MY HEAD IS A SHED
YOUR WIFE IS UNDEAD
HER EYES FLASHED RED
HER WRITING WAS UNREAD
SHE FELL ONTO HER BED
THE SICKNESS IT SPREAD
HER FACE FLOODED WITH DREAD
I COULDN'T LET IT GET AHEAD
SHE HAD TO LEAVE INSTEAD
LEAVE THIS RAZOR SHARP THREAD
HER PICTURE IN A FRAME
DONT PIN THE BLAME
ON ME THEY WILL AIM
ITS SUCH A SHAME
SHE WAS TOO CONSUMED IN THE GAME
SHE SHRIEKED YOUR NAME
BEFORE SHE WENT AFLAME
SHE SHRIEKED YOUR NAME
IN AGONIZING PAIN
SHE SHRIEKED YOUR NAME
BEFORE THE IMPRISONING
SHE SHRIEKED YOUR NAME
but
you
weren't
listening...
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
Poetry30 day poetry writing challenge but the catch is... I can't write, but if you're interested in reading bad poetry written by a teenager then be my guest. Some of it is really dark but I promise I'm not a serial killer! I just like writing dark poetr...
