Bloody knuckles
Fractured bones,
Lively death sentences
For me to bore.
Beheaded lunatics
Chasing with hounds,
Fangs so deadly,
When will they come around?
Blades rolling unsheathed
In the misty air,
Gruesome pleasure?
You won't know till you dare.
Bloodthirsty maniacs
I'm just like all of them,
But on the receiving end
With a different gem emblem.
.......
Yeah, I don't know why I myself find such fun in writing horrors. So whose perspective is spoken in the poem? I think it's a deer, what about you?
Have a nice time!
Your lil girl,
MFOshin
