Best Deathfun Poems
I hear clashing metal in my head
Grinding bone and spilling blood
Pleading and screaming
Praying for mercy
To continue to live
Why do they want life?
These pitiful humans plead for over and over again
Just like the last man
It was entertaining at first to watch them scream
But now seeing it so many times
Has come to a bore
Its no fun to watch them bleed
But there are other ways
To watch them slowly die
Shove a dagger through their heart
Let maggots eat their open wounds
The possibility are endless!
Pull their heart out from their chest
Carve their bone and kill them then!
Don't make it short and sweet
Make it long and make it fun!
The human body is fragile art
Ready to be shattered by my cruel hand
Slit their stomach and their throat
As blood pours from a fleshy spring
Pull all the insides outside
Burn it all and watch them scream!
Its hellish fun to see pain glaze their eyes
Tears streaming down their face
And drying blood stains those battered bodies
Notice one last scream
And the host gives up
Aw
I wasn't done
Time for the next
How do you pick up the pieces of
A broken life
When all about you are chaos, confusion,
And constant strife
The things you knew were constant are
Now taken away
Heaven has called home the one you loved
Everyday
How do you reclaim your old life
And routine
When so many things have been cut out so
Neat and clean
The simple things you once enjoyed are now
Just not so
There’s a hole in your heart few will
Ever know
How do you trust that no one else will ever leave
You now
You try to live on and have a normal life but the worry
Lives on your brow
You have fun in spurts and laugh once
In a while
But the fun feels forced and fake
Seems the smile
How do you ever trust that God is a
Benevolent soul
When to take away a loved one is the work
Of a troll
How do you reclaim this once strong
God-fearing belief
When ranting and blaming Him is all that gives
You relief
How do you live with this all-encompassing
Pain
That the sun can’t warm and doesn’t wash with
The rain
The hole in my life will never be filled and
I’m so worn
My mom would want me to be happy, but for now
I’m forlorn