*note this is written from a murder's point of...
Lead down a deep dark tunnel...

I've become the leech
that dwells in the murkiest of waters...

Candle,
flickering quietly...

Friendships are supposed to be forever,
but ours has been way to badly burned...

Red and blue,
black and green...

Lips slowly parted,
invoked the devil inside...

Frozen in time,
a gentle song floats through the air...

*List poem- a poem of a list of things*
I know that you're still around me for I fee...

The three little kittens,
threw out their mittens...

Don't say "I'll see you later,"
cause thats a promise I cannot keep...

Does a poet really need pain?
if so then you were my muse...

In the dark recesses of the city,
where the shadows lie and wait...