Oh deary, deary me
what has happened here...
First you bleed
Then you scab...
You look as if you don't
Remember all the things of which you know...
I don't know what to do anymore!
I can't even write a poem that makes sense...
Tear at the flesh and listen as they scream,
Their pain like sweet candy to roll on your...
Fate brought me here,
I will stay...
Slowly soaking in on this path that I see,
I don't know where I am...
Hell is not a place
Nor an alternative for Heaven...
Warning of sorrowful times,
Speaking for the dead...
Looking around this sullen room,
where the people like statues...
Nothing Like A Murder Poem That Rhymes
From all the pain you put me through...
Sweeping through the jungle
pushing passed the trees...