im not a poser
im the real deal
blood poured over the floor
bathing the corpses of my victims
touch and die
i had warned
too bad fairy tale lovers are dumb
and i dont regret a thing
as the remaining few stare in horror
their expressions tell me what i am
the killer they call me
the thoughtless beast
the one who deserves no love
they fear me and its my fault
i need them now
but they hate me
why cant i control my anger??
thats what makes me strong
but it makes me so weak
so with murder in my hands i leave
they will always hate me now
im alone and its my fault
with no one to blame
but i somehow dont regret it
in fact i love it,
i love the feeling
that you look at me like that
fear and awe, all in one
and its so easy
I just had to kill someone
all credits on this poem belong to me.
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