Category: Dark Poetry

11/19/1999

Now is the time to dress all in brown and go frolicking through the woods

Make soft deer noises

Be in range and view

Hear the shot

Feel it rip through my flesh

Pierce my heart

Stop the blood from flowing through my veins

Now is the time to die

During hunting season

10/22/1999

Go to Hell

I hate you

Die

I hate you

Stick your head in an oven

There nothing there anyway

I hate you

Shut your damn mouth

I hate you

O.D. on your stupid drugs

No one will care

I hate you

Don’t talk to me

I hate your voice

I hate your face

I hate your attitude

I hate you

Die

I hate you