One Slice, Two Slice, Three Slice, Four

by Noir Fleur   Jun 26, 2005


One slice, two slice,
three slice, four.
Hot, crimson blood and tears
falling and pooling upon the floor.

Five slice, six slice,
seven slice, eight.
No matter what you utter,
this is my grim and final fate.

Nine slice, ten slice,
eleven slice, twelve.
It is nothing that I have done,
but more your asinine self.

Thirteen slice, fourteen slice,
fifteen slice, sixteen.
Hopefully this'll traumatize you,
& be the worst thing you've seen.

Seventeen slice, eighteen slice,
nineteen slice, twenty.
The depression and anger for you
is forever, persistent, and plenty.

Twenty-one slice, twenty-two slice
twenty-three slice, twenty-four.
It is not my hot, crimson blood
falling and pooling upon the floor.

Twenty-five slice, twenty-six slice,
twenty-seven slice, twenty-eight.
This does not affect my life
but makes yours a grim & final fate

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  • 18 years ago

    by Sorefromreality

    It is so hard to focus on the poem as the numbers get higher....i loved the poem tho...nice job and that is a really kool writing...that is amazing...terrific job!
    love ya lots,
    sore