I am damned,
I am cursed.
My sins are well rehearsed,
I have done my research,
Devil ordered for my search.
You think I give a s**t???
I am a foul of all-time hit.
My hands are up,
Still I don't give-up.
Shut the f**k-up.
This is my dark side,
Heaven and hell wide,
I get them divide.
Step aside.
Or I will tear you wide.
Run, cover and hide,
The hell-fire is on my side.
I feed on fear,
God will not hear,
I will get you smear.
I am full of hate,
I will get your name prefixed with late,
I will forever wait,
To get your blood.
Your dirty, stinky blood.
So hate me,
More than you can.
Show me that finger,
Which is adjacent to index.
You will perish from my hex.
Whatever you know about me,
I am the poison bee.
So get lost.
I am the deadly host.
I like it alone,
I like it obscure,
I like agony,
I like yells,
I am that hell,
Don't just judge me,
On my other poems.
They are just perv*rt.
I am hellish and hurt,
All alone.
I have got enough applause.
Now its time for curse.
This is what I want,
That's why "The Dead Poet" haunts.
