Brianna Wilshusen

Rookie - 0 Points (June 22,1992 / Waterville)

Death - Poem by Brianna Wilshusen

Your time will come,
Your throat will split.
Your eyes will bleed,
Your heart will burn.
Your ears will buzz,
Your brains will scatter.
Your fingers must go,
Your time has come.
I'll watch you die,
You'll scream in pain.
The agony,
You'll feel in hell.
I'll smile
All the while.
The torture,
The pain.
My heart fills with glee,
As I hear your last plee.

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  • Sarwar ChowdhurySarwar Chowdhury (10/21/2008 6:15:00 AM)

    hey, well penned indeed!
    Its remaind me a poem of walt whitman!
    hope u will be a great poet in future!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 9, 2008

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