You have met your doom
You have made me fume
Now please enter your tomb
Because you have met your doom
Maybe I should take a sword
And slice you into a horde
Of flesh and bones and all of your insides
Because when my sword cuts it divides
Or maybe I should use my laser
Or better yet how about my razor
And shave your scalp right off from the bone
Shut up, I’m tired of listening to you moan
How about I use a gun
That’s always a lot of fun
I’ll shoot you right in the eye
And laugh when I see you cry
NOW YOU DIE
Maybe I should spray you with some mace
Get it all right in your face
You’ll open your eyes and see nothing
As I see your suffering, I’ll begin to gleefully sing
Now please enter your tomb
Because you have met your doom
How about I beat you with my club
Beat you to mush and eat you like grub
Swallow you whole
And laugh out loud when I taste your soul
I think I’m dead but I’m still not sure
Looking back it seems so obscure
I was innocently crossing the street
Slowly moving my feet
And apparently I went a little too slow
The driver was very impatient
I think that he had to pee
He couldn’t wait any longer
So he ran right over me!
Somebody please
HELP ME!
Can anyone
HEAR ME?
My blood spurted out all across the road
I didn’t like the pain that the wheel bestowed
I saw my liver fly up in the air
I tried to cry out in despair
But nothing came out
Because my body suffered from a blood drought
Now I can’t breathe and I can’t move
But at least the pain is starting to improve
In fact, it’s pretty much gone away
But for some reason I don’t feel like I’m living today
The only thing active in me is my mind
I can’t move, can’t hear, and I’m pretty much blind
But if my mind’s working then I can’t be dead
I keep telling myself this but it doesn’t remove the overwhelming dread