"A dead poet"
I am a dead poet and these words are my corpses,
But I am put again everyday piece by piece, ain't packed up in no boxes.
I write a little everyday, I die a little everyday, I kill a little everyday,
Regular deaths daily but no relief, just pain and agony, waiting for that d-day.
Someday the day will arrive and I will float above, float above all of them,
Them, those who started these murders, took my soul to dark, those who deserve my mayhem.
Words are all I've got, all I have in me are these dreadful thoughts,
You wouldn't like to know or would you? the way your soul rots.
I've seen mine going through those stories though,
All alone dying a little, waiting for death, acquaintances in that world were no.
I wish to be killed and prayed like the devil himself,
Coz what's better than being terrified by your own self.
Fear, dread, pain, agony, rage, aggression all filled up my voids,
Voids that your world's so called happiness left in me so I loaded up with these roids.
I am nothing but a walking feat of agony and dread with a thirst to kill,
Kill all those who dream, all those who like to scream, all those who got any will.
I couldn't survive in this world even after all these powerful demons by my side,
How would you? you little weakling at heart, you really thought my words will let you slide?
I am a murderer and I have the thirst to kill, a few demons of my own and a devil's signed will,
My words are the sharpest of knives I have, try to fight 'em if you think you can, still.
Trust me, there's no way out of this battlefield once you're in,
I know my words, I know how deadly can they be once combined in.
Once you get in my fortress, you can feel all my forces,
Building around you, ready to strangle that soul of yours, so gorgeous.
So stay away while you can and keep your emotions from being distorted,
Coz remember, I am a dead poet and these words are my corpses.