drew618
20 December 2008, 02:10 PM
I see,
you.
Standing there, staring right at me.
Snickering.
Coward,
If you've got something to settle then bring it on.
I'm not afraid of you
Anymore.
So come on,
come to me.
and don't forget to hurry up,
the doors are closing.
They're closing, the doors to your head
and its where I take shelter
from the elements
thanks for the place to sleep.
I can see prefectly fine
I'm not an idiot
just a puppet on your string,
that's not me.
What you thought once was the world
in your hands
just blood
pouring out of your head.
from the point that i stand.
Victory!
The red river from your head
a mountain pass of your death
I have finally won
non the riches and fame
but the glory
of living my life without shame.
This is a triumph for my kind.
declared as a hero
in the city that they
call my mind.
Look at me
soaked in the blood of you, my enemy
and it feels so good
Bathing in the smell of your death,
Dive down deeper,
suffocating you
you make a mistake
In treating me this way.
Now it's time for some play.
In my amusement park called your head
You thought you had finally had glory
Boy were you wrong.
You thought I was a wimp,
a coward,
a little scrawny lier
You missed by a long shot.
You were all those things and more,
so practice what you preach
Cause now the last thing you see
Is me,
I'm coming from inside your head. And I'm taking over. Taking your body.
haha, haha, haha. Boy, were you were so, so wrong.
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This was one of my more violent poems. xD. Those of you you enjoy(and write) this kind of stuff might of enjoyed it.
you.
Standing there, staring right at me.
Snickering.
Coward,
If you've got something to settle then bring it on.
I'm not afraid of you
Anymore.
So come on,
come to me.
and don't forget to hurry up,
the doors are closing.
They're closing, the doors to your head
and its where I take shelter
from the elements
thanks for the place to sleep.
I can see prefectly fine
I'm not an idiot
just a puppet on your string,
that's not me.
What you thought once was the world
in your hands
just blood
pouring out of your head.
from the point that i stand.
Victory!
The red river from your head
a mountain pass of your death
I have finally won
non the riches and fame
but the glory
of living my life without shame.
This is a triumph for my kind.
declared as a hero
in the city that they
call my mind.
Look at me
soaked in the blood of you, my enemy
and it feels so good
Bathing in the smell of your death,
Dive down deeper,
suffocating you
you make a mistake
In treating me this way.
Now it's time for some play.
In my amusement park called your head
You thought you had finally had glory
Boy were you wrong.
You thought I was a wimp,
a coward,
a little scrawny lier
You missed by a long shot.
You were all those things and more,
so practice what you preach
Cause now the last thing you see
Is me,
I'm coming from inside your head. And I'm taking over. Taking your body.
haha, haha, haha. Boy, were you were so, so wrong.
_____________________________________________
This was one of my more violent poems. xD. Those of you you enjoy(and write) this kind of stuff might of enjoyed it.