Five Teenage Psycho Paths: A Murd3r Poem

Annoying mean and quite perverted
And now you wonder why you\\\'re deserted
Bother me, I won\\\'t fuss or cry
Hurt my friends? Get ready to die.

But not so quickly, it�¢??s not a race
I want to torture you and see your face
What\\\'s better than seeing your face crying a flood?
Seeing you in a betwixt in your own scarlet blood

Its time to start, so give us space!
Its too late to go back and erase.
We�¢??ll start by hanging you on prickly thorns
Leaving you dangling, helpless, forlorn

Pins and needles; daggers and knives
Is what we use to stab your thighs.
Now its time to crush your ribs
�¢??Cause its time to end your gay lib.

Slit your nipples, this wont halt
As we pack them with mounds of salt
Top them with ice so it will burn
Maybe this is a lesson you\\\'ll learn

Flaming crimson, bloody trails
When leaving your fingers without nails
Your shrill screams and blood that trickles
Are sights and sound that make us giggle.

Seems you\\\'re dead, your heart doesn\\\'t beat
We must say our job is complete
But I think you\\\'re lucky to feel the wrath
Of us five teenage psycho paths