You sick f**k up

You sick f**k up
Reading all my poems
Poems about people dieing
Do you like to read these things
Do they make you happy
Do you love them more than any other poetry
Poems about death I mean
They're so great right
Yeah I called you a f**k up and I'm the one writing them
Don't believe that your sick
I'm the one that thought of these things
So wonderful I know
How I pick the endings and how the person dies
They're just innocent people most of them
Just people dieing
And I call you a sick f**k up
I'm the one that writes them
I'm the f**k up
But thats OK
I don't care
I enjoy writing these poems
I don't take pleasure of killing people
Not that I've killed before
I just love to write these things
With my sick twisted mind
How I think of them I do not know
But I like to think of them
Make up this bull crap
With lots of blood and pane
So keep reading
Because I'll keep writing these
Just make sure they don't drive you insane
Don't become the killer
And make my poems real

OK yeah no one likes this one so go read Swinging Out of Life and into Death or something everyone does like. OK bye...