Sick and twisted
These are some old poems I found in a drawer. This one dates back to when I was nine. I was such a sick and twisted kid hence the title.
Split
I split my seams laughing
What a glorious day
When everything deteriorates
Then flashes and fades away
No one can save me now
For I am next to go
My body rips apart
And I am only left a soul
But why I ask
Must I not enjoy it
The evil has already taken me
And sealed my mind in a hell pit
So here I leave this world
As happy as can be
Not like anyone would have missed
The sad and lonely me