I'Am The Hero I'Am The Villain Poem by Nicholas Neato

Shovel faster
One more foot to finish
I got the width just right
You'll be a perfect fit

Worms will fester and feed
You're the corpse of a dozen roses
In life, you were a dozen bullets
In a loaded chamber

I hide these fangs
And kept the ghosts in the back
Hidden under rocks
At the bottom of the sea
Like things kept in boxes
Stored for no victimless eyes to see
Shh, their watching you
Sweeping up your sweet tunes
Softening the blow
Of summers heated moods
Winters cold shoulders
Autumns pre-winter blues
And it wouldn't be so sad
If it wasn't all so true
And don't think I don't know
About the things I've done to you
But you seem to forget the good
My intentions have led me no where
No where but this grave, Au due