Stay, for you shall not feel pain,
fenced by the ones you put to death
their voices singing cryptic melodies,
a song of pain from your prey.
Left alone with the lives you sacked,
forced to listen to the lyrics of their pain,
for you may feel grief or sorrow, regret,
you shall not deny being the cause of their deaths.
Faces calmly melt and rip
wanting you to witness the flesh you tear,
a rain of blood shall pour on you
Run! Cower in fear.
You shall be trapped with these living corpses
you shall hear their mad laughter,
echoing throughout that hellhole,
inside that box of insanity.
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It would be great to see a video of you reading your poem =]
That's a good idea! But my phone sucks though. I'll do it once I get a new phone.