Morbid Thoughts (Poetry Part 1)

It's a sudden rush for me, the ultimate high. That my poetry is metaphorically like a Samurai. The punctuations are deadly as my steel blades. Death and poetry become a medley, so be afraid! Like an acrobat, my sentences dance across the page. My couplet's trained for combat, and my words are filled with rage. I slice and dice spinning my blazing Katana! It's not nice when winning can bite like a piranha. I'm addicted to the push of my writing pen; And I've been convicted of every past and present sin! As I purge myself of every sin through my poetry; I can't guarantee it won't happen again so accept an early apology! So as the last couplet comes to a close, feel my energy. I leave bodies to discompose, and their burial is my poetry!