Sunday, July 24, 2011

A Poem of Creep

Do you see her there?
With the jet black hair?
Swaying in the field?
Skin perfectly fair?
She stands quite alone
yelling a loud moan
yet mouth remains closed
tongue never been shown
It is almost dark
a distant dog barks
she made on my soul
her chill stunning mark
I will never move
from here I conclude
with her pale white eyes'
stare she won't remove
My wife she once was
I killed her I did
And I'd do it again
BECAUSE I'm messed up in the head
So run away from me
she's not what you should fear
It's me and my pleasure 
that you should my dear
Come back erotic friend
I'm not done with you yet
HA! Come Here! HAHA!
Do you see her there?

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