This is a poem I wrote for one of Rae-Rae's dark Hetalia fics. It's called Where the Dead Go. Here's the link: s/9791311/1/Where-the-Dead-Go
You should read it, it's really good.
Good and bad
glad to sad
What does it take
to make them break?
Grinning wide I
plunge my knife
deep into their skin
Stitched up mouth and glassy eyes
that care not if the person dies
Deep in the dark of my lair
penetrated not by your stare
Brain activity on LOW
I know this because it shows
Thick red blood pools on the ground
leaving your gasping without a sound
Poison for your pretty ears
for that's all you ever hear
And finally, when all seems dark
I ignite your final spark
"Someone near and dear is dead"
"Here's a bullet, shoot your head"
With a final, anguished cry
What I let you, now you die
Grinning with a hardened smile
I enjoy your death a while