Who was this?
Was it me?
Was I going around on a killing spree?
I dreamed I was a murderer
Cold-hearted and cruel
I was a bitter psycho
There was nothing I could do
I slaughtered innocent people
Even children too
Who is this?
Is this me?
Am I going around on a killing spree?
The dream appeared again
The same but different deaths
Blood pouring from their lips
As they exhaled their last breaths
Who was this?
I am sure it was me
I was going around on a killing spree
This all started when I was at school
I was bullied because I just wasn't as cool
I let the bullies in my head, I was such a fool
Now slowly I have turned to a ghoul
Yesterday, I was just plain, old me
Then I went entirely crazy
I am 'This'
'This' is me
A murderer now, you all better flee
And as for my enemies,
Just wait and see...
DISCLAIMER!!!
*I AM NOT A MURDERER*
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A Poetry Anthology Written By A Neko Wolf
PoetryFrom Fairies to Vampires, Preppy Girls to Emo Guys, There is a poem for everyone in this anthology. From Love to Hate, Parents to Idols, There is a poem for everyone Here. From Gods to Kings, Happiness to Bullying, There is a poem for ever...
