Well, here's the next poem. Oh, and if you strongly dislike angst, you're not gonna like me that much, but don't flame me about it. He's not gonna be lightening up anytime sooner.













Thousands of times I've made you take life's dive. (I mean he killed you.)

What makes me so mad is how you seem to always survive.

With your angel wings, you fly through the air.

Should you try to kill me? Do you dare?

If you wish, we'll fight. Come on, let's go!

I have more powers than you'll know.

Sorry, girl, but it's time for you to die.

Just watch as your life flutters by.

I gather your family, your friends, and your entire life.

Right in front of you, I kill them with my scythe.

All the things you've done will come right back to you now.

Right here I will kill you, and this is how.

I make you lay down, and then cut you in half,

And there's still no repenting on my behalf.



































































How do you do the italics and the bolds????????? If you hate my poems because of the angst, well, I don't blame you..