Just a titless poem i wrote in the spirit of the halloween season. I'm twelve and i wrote it in like five minutes so i hope it's good >_>
A pile of bodies is on the floor
My hands are covered in blood and gore
I throw down my gun in must haste
I want to get out of this goddamn place
I walk through the town, empty and quiet
it was so nice there, before the big riot
I turn around, hearing running feet,
I look over, our eyes meet.
A young boy, a knife in his hand
We must be the only two left in this goddamn land
He drops the weapon and falls to his knees
I ignore all his begs and pleas
I feel his neck snap, to the ground he fell
He's not like me, I'm going to hell
I don't look back at where the bodies lie
tomorrow is coming, another day to die
I don't think of all my dead kin
I'll just keep living this life of my sin.
I pick up the boy's knife and my gun
I don't know the next place, I'll run
I don't look back at where the bodies lie.
tomorrow is coming. Another day to die.
