What do you make of me
When I come in
Are you afraid of me
Because I'm filled with sin
I've done things
That I shouldn't have done
I've grown horns and wings
Because of the things I have done
I have eyes filled with fire
And spreading my sin
Is what I desire
So let me in
I'll lead hate into your heart
So I can turn you
Get ready to preform your part
Of first hurting those close to you
So what do you make of me
Who will make you kill
Who would make you forever be
Killing just for the thrill
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The Death Poems: Collection 2
PoetryThe second collection of poems about darkness and evil. This collection will have everything from zombies to nightmares. Collection 3 is now published, so please check that one out as well.
