This Is What Happens When I Write a Poem Pissed Off
Look deep and hard
Into my eyes.
What do you see?
Neither pain, nor demise.
The burning hatred
Like fire inside
Heats up the very beast tonight.
Play coy.
Pretend it's fake.
Show all.
This is just a game.
When the time comes,
You wont be laughing.
When the time comes,
You wont be smiling.
In the distance,
There will be a scream.
Not of joy,
But pain and suffering.
This little game
You tried to play.
It got tried, weak.
Now your worst fears are here.
Be prepared.
I am no angel.
I'm not a devil.
Play me as a fool,
I use you like a tool.
I'll watch you cry.
Hurt. Bleed inside.
Watch thepain shine through your
very eyes.
Yes, in the end
I will be the one laughing.
Yes, in the end
I will be the one smiling.
While you risen so high, off your
stubborness and pride.
I'll enjoy every second
When you fall
Weak as you lost it all.
Your game is up.
Enjoy this bringing of hell.
For.. It's my turn now.
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