17 May 2012
Poem I wrote myself. (:
Roses are red Violets are blue. Death is coming Coming for you
He's holding a knife He has a gun He'll take your life So you better run.
Run as fast as you can To the next room Away from the man Who will kill you soon.
Don't turn around He's right there He'll take you down Because he doesnt care.
I'm sorry I did this. I'm sorry I lied. Your voice I'll miss Now say good-bye.
So, roses are red, Violets are blue Death is coming. Coming for you.
Death. • Opuss № I