Masquerade Massacre (The Poem)
A poem based on a book I plan to write.
This is the warning of the moon lite night.
I wish to warn that it will be a fright.
Their guilt behind there masks will tear you to shreds.
As you lay there weeping, all alone in your bed.
So many victims, in so little time.
Killing so many just to make a dime.
Their underground sport is a game that is played.
The kill for fun, leaving bodies to display.
Demons, is what their masks represents.
Calling their work justice, for the deaths that are ment.
I think of them as brethren, which makes my mask smile.
My killings will be fun, all for a while.
This is the end of this brief discusion.
As you suffer from your concusion.
© 2009 Fredrick Malkyor
I wish to warn that it will be a fright.
Their guilt behind there masks will tear you to shreds.
As you lay there weeping, all alone in your bed.
So many victims, in so little time.
Killing so many just to make a dime.
Their underground sport is a game that is played.
The kill for fun, leaving bodies to display.
Demons, is what their masks represents.
Calling their work justice, for the deaths that are ment.
I think of them as brethren, which makes my mask smile.
My killings will be fun, all for a while.
This is the end of this brief discusion.
As you suffer from your concusion.
© 2009 Fredrick Malkyor
2 Comments
Demented!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I like it :) evil yes :) !!!!!!!!!!!!