Poetry of the Doomed

by the Raven of Roses

a little collection of poems from multiple points of view. the first ones are from squee. more to come whenever i type them up. have fun, kids. ch 8 up

3. Nny and Zim things of DOOM

In and out of

Nauseous, dark

Spinning voids

And twisted realities

Never to return

Incessantly pounding

Through the skull

Yet cherished, loved

bad haiku

Poor, ignorant Zim

Don't suspect the Tallests' plan

Smallest one on Irk

Malfunctioning Gir

Loves tacos and suck monkeys

Beware them red eyes

Gaz, the GameSlave queen

Dark and creepy little gitl

Psycho for pizza

Dib, Zim's enemy

Study the paranormal

Trenchcoats all the way

They're Red and Purple

Called the Tallest, leading Irk

Why can't Zim just die?

Tak, psycho Irken

Wrongfully failed Invader

She's out to get Zim

poems of weirdness

I pledge allegience to the blade

Of the knife that killed America

And to the idea in which it stands

One madman killing all

With vengeance and justice to all.

Inconsistent