Tonight could be the night
Just let me do it, start no fight
When I'm done this terribly awful poem
I'm afraid you won't be going home
Your following me up to my room..
Then the door closes with a boom!
You start to make your way to my bed
I smile then raise my gun to your head
I see terror form within your eyes
I laugh cruelly and say Typical, your just like all guys
I pull the trigger and watch him fall
I feel so different, so very different, not me at all..
I'm standing in a pool of blood, the smile still on my face
I dropp the gun, thoughts whirling through my head, I start to pace
I dropp to my knee's and begin to cry
I never thought something so bad could happen when your high.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dude this poem is freaking awsome.