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Oh it burns, this hellish wound
Your words pierce deep into my soul
Bullet holes made by your sound
To wreck me, was that your goal?
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Well accomplished, I hope you’re pleased
You’re the victor and have seized this day
As these holes fester and rot leaving me diseased
So I bid thee adieu, to bed I shall lay
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But mark my words, vengeance shall be mine!
Keep them peepers peeled for your end is nigh
Perhaps some poison while you dine
And eternally in a grave shall you lie
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For heaven’s sake child, tis only dishes you utter fool
Get your ass back here, stop being such a tool!
About the Creator
Kei Gunn
Amateur writer that’s experimenting with various topics/genres.
Comments (3)
Great job! I was seriously worried as I don't cope well with horror... "But mark my words, vengeance shall be mine! Keep them peepers peeled for your end is nigh Perhaps some poison while you dine And eternally in a grave shall you lie"... I loved the ending.
Lol, the humor got me at the end! I could even see sarcasm upon a second reading, but I like the initial vitriol too. Great poem!
Ooh I adore angry poems and did not see that plot twist coming!! Great humour and cleverly written!