I'm pissed the fuck off,
so don't you get up... you better fucking crawl.

Veins, brains and blood,
all at my feet like it was a operational flood.

You get up once more,it will be nothing more,
than just blood and gore. I tried to keep it all in,
but he found out, that I had a past love,
hidden inside that big ol' bin...
come to find out, it was his dear ol' friend.

I'm pissed the fuck off,
when he saw, what he saw,
you know he wanted to call...
but unfortunatly, he had an accidental fall.

Chains, horror games and



THIS POEM IS NOT FINISHED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!