Fun

I wake up In the middle of the night And instantly I flicker on the lights My mind fills with crazy ideas Of lits of blood and killing Puts a smile on my face, Makes my hunger filling! I think about What to do tonight All I know is That it's going to be a fun night! I walk down To the big long hall I shouldn't make a sound I shouldn't stand tall I reach the cabinet I see the knife So beautiful there, Just shining in the night I sneak back to my room I lock the door And seal the gap Between the floor and the door I take out the knife Taking long slashes in grace All of this Puts a big smile on my face! Not much blood at first, It's always that way It keeps me happy And I cut away! It drives me on My arm starts bleeding It looks so red, so pretty! It keeps on leading Now there's a fairly deep cut On my arm, it looks so nice! It's that fun that Can't be exchanged for a price! Now that's enough Fun for tonight What's for me Tomorrow night!Here's something fun, for a change! (I might write a more detailed poem next - this is based on something I did!) Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 06 2002 08:41 PM PST   0 • 10