FUUUUUUUUUUCK
here we go again, you're starting your bitching
Gotta big head, talkin' like you're on some kind of mission.
I promise you it's not getting you any attention,
best thing for you to do is to stop fucking fishing.
You stay talkin' shit, is it for death that you're wishing?
F*ck around, find yourself in critical condition.
You know what they say,
"If you can't take the heat then stay outta the kitchen"
Shut the f*ck up, you should really just listen
I didnt give you a choice, stop trying to make the decisions.
Bet you didn't think I could destroy you with such excellent precision.
I'll blow out our brains like a head-on collision.
Once again, close your mouth, loading me up with more ammunition.
You still won't be quiet, why can't you stop resisting?
You're embarrassing yourself, where are your brains, are they missing?
I forgot I blew them out, what a
cataclysmic division
Actually separating your brain from your skull is what I'm heavily insisting.
Don't worry about pain, that's not what I aim for nor will I be inflicting.
Do you like my dark side?
It can be pretty addicting.
I'm not this monster that you keep on depicting.
I stay true to myself, is that what's up with all this envy?
I trying so hard not to hate you with everything in me!
But the shit show never ends, good thing I have people who see I'm definitely worth defending
You this is mean?!
This is me being friendly!!
Don't make me lash out, got you
in a chokehold til you're passed out.
Dig a hole for yourself now
How deep?
I'm thinking about six feet.
About this poem
Was feeling ragey
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Written on February 01, 2024
Submitted by ohdam.itssam on February 13, 2024
Modified by ohdam.itssam on March 26, 2024
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 1,535 |
Words | 305 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 32 |
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