A chill runs down her spine as she sits waiting in...
Her eyes dart around - suspicious of every...

Terror embellished,
Eternal scorn...

Felonious villain,
Lathered in blood...

The end is nigh,
the task is done...

The devil moved into my heart,
And the bastards pitched a tent...

I should be in bed,
Its awfully late...

A poem to my baby,
The one I long to hold...

Its not a poem...
Hey (insert name here when i decide who actually...

I like to write poems,
Instead of throwing up...

Forgotten dreams,
Savage past...

Time flakes away,
Like paint off a wall...

Sad times are these
With tears on our cheeks...