The monster that was BB

by Null-An-G0n3

Everyone thought of him as a monster and yes it was true. what elce would you call someone that killed whail knowinng a persons date of death. this is yet ANOTHER poem about beyond birthday. pleas injoy and review

Little peaces of hate.

Coated with spots of red.

My eyes gleam in the dark.

Knowing when you will be dead.

A knife so sharp and light.

Sweeps across your flesh.

Makes your screams echo in the night.

Your screams were jest like the rest.

Your body was found dead the next day.

Flesh beaten, bleeding and torn.

But to me your body looked like a rose.

Your skin the red petals and your cuts every thorn.

I stood there as they saw.

The sight of blood and gore.

They asked what monster could this be.

Beyond Birthday.

The monster that was me

The monster that was BB.

I saw your lifespan.

I was your fate.

I killed you on your said death date...