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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Dark · #2079583
A short poem I wrote.
Bloody murder, bloody murder! October thirtieth at midnight, nobody except the rain saw,
You walking through that dark alley at night where I killed you off like "Texas Chainsaw"
Or "Psycho", "Maniac", "Portrait of Henry". No, it's like "Taxi Driver", and I'm Travis Bickle.
They make everything cheap nowadays, even our ties to reality are produced pretty fickle;
Mine are made in China, that's why they keep bending - bending, ha ha, I mean breaking!
A girl backstabbed me so I put a knife in her, I guess you can say both our backs are aching.
What can I say, I like dead people because they're so quiet - maybe that's why I'm a loner -
That, and I'm a crazy killer. I've never been to a hospital before, but I'm a big blood donor,
So come on over here, bitch, it's alright I don't bite. Ha ha, just kidding, I'll eat your face,
Because life is just a big horror movie and I hate reality, and the whole human race.
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