The Dark
By little_irish_rose •
You've picked on me,
for the last time.
Now I commit,
a most grusome crime.
I slice your wrists,
and give you neck a gentle twist.
I burn you with,
a cigarette's head.
And watch the ashes turn to red.
In the darkness,
I hear you cry.
But you screams slowly fade,
as you die....
This poem is by my little brother William (10) and myself.