Poetry Collection volume 2

Poetry Collection volume 2

Let me put it in
the knife just under your chin
my deadly sin
Let the blood come out
watch it sprout
spray all about
Your eyes roll back
this was my last attack
My soul is now black
for you i will not weep
in your eternal sleep
i killed without regret, a creep

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I see you there
with blood in your hair
and the broken chair
life isn't fair
so i don't compare
how my anger flares
to your blank stare
You fell for my trap and snare
but sane part of me still cares
so i turn from your lifeless glare
i'm leaving for nowhere

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|what a dork |
|to be killed by a fork |
|he'll be buried in cork |
|and returned to the stork|
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The clash of steel
the look and feel
two hero's unreal
from different sides yield
weapons they wield
Till one falls to the field
And the other drops his shield
And skin is pierced
the death stroke
that would make any man choke
more deadly then a poke
lays waste to the poor bloke
and blood hits cloak
and the grass is soaked
he has croaked
and his life revoked

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Your right to fly
i deny
your right to cry
i deny
your right to die
i supply

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as i stand and write these words
watch them fly away like birds
or trample forever as herds
i feel release
i can be at peace
but its not permanent
its never a final lament
and it comes back torment
i'm addicted to the act
but long for more tact
these poems never grasp
the feelings like i ask
only a piece of a task
will nothing save this
will nothing bring bliss
like a frog killed by a kiss