Me, I'm a person

A human I am not, though

Does the sun,

Yet shine on men like me, oh?

This face isn't made for the sun's

Golden rays

To shine upon

I really truly am crazed

I'm not a religious man

But if Heaven is real

Then there's no way I can

Can get there, that is, I feel

I thought Hell was meant for me

See, but Hell is made for souls

You see,

There's no way I have a soul

I'm a ruthless killer, I am

Gullible, idiotic and unwise

People talk of sweet nostalgia making them calm

No, nostalgia makes me cry

The images, the things I've seen

And the things I've done

Prove and mean

That I'm just a Hun


Sorry for all the Germany related poetry. I got inspired by watching Shrek The Musical to write some poetry. Don't ask me why.