He holds a log of names

The first and the last

Middle in between the two

Many from his past

Their insults that he holds true

Let us begin the games

 

Madness plagues his mind

While they are chained up inside

Crazed laughter echos throughout

He begins the genocide

All to get rid of the doubt

That was in their minds

 

Going down the list with checks

He slashes with no regrets

As soon as the bottom is reached

He will leave with no formal speech

With death that fulfills his pride

He commits suicide

 

This collection of death

Will forever be blessed


A little poem story for everyone. Kind of dark and odd, but I hope you enjoyed reading it.

 

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Published by Draven Krähe