David William Breidenthal Poet I do not know?

Lions Roam Tonight

Lions are 
Bold, elegant animals…aren’t they?
They leave scars…they have teeth
Claws that rip
 …………
 Through human flesh…and its victims
Sleeping in moonlight…sleep
 in the cold snow
 and feel
frost
dig into 
 the ground of my past
 I roam like lions…I kill
When I’m hungry, angry, determined
 to get
a tasty meal
out of you…out of feel
 Don’t let them hunt you down like game 
 …………
They crave blood
and they will get a drop
of someone’s blood…tonight, lions roam 
The spoil’d earth

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David William Breidenthal July 7, 2013 at 3:50 PM CAAAHREEEPY POEM I WROTE. Read: The New Collection to the Eye Forest (this is the 2nd part of the poem). And whoever doesn't like my writings, please don't read it and cause i don't wanna see nasty comments on my poetry.... ok? Unless it's good, proper critique. This one person actually wrote a nasty comment (a mean one at that) and I reported her for harassment on this website (she hated the poem). Please don't test my buttons or push them unless I give you permission to do so. Thank you. David William Breidenthal July 7, 2013 at 3:54 PM I was immitating as the creepy creatures in these two poems: New Collection to the Eye Forest and Lions Roam Tonight (they are creatures in my upcoming novel I'm starting to write). Wanna know more about the book: p-soup me!!!!!! ~ J.W.E. David William Breidenthal July 7, 2013 at 3:54 PM ***A New Collection to the Eye Forest David William Breidenthal July 7, 2013 at 3:53 PM Also, in addition to what I'm saying, she hated my poem: A New Collection to the Eye Forest. Well, I am offended j/k. Not really actually. Anyways, that goes for all of you on this website: You don't like my poems...you don't have to read them or you get in trouble for writing horrible things about my poems. I write with my heart not for evil intentions.