I hope you have a blast,
Enjoy your holiday,
I hope you love each moment,
Here is what I have to say.1
I hope you burn in hell,
I hope you fucking rot,
You deserve a painful death,
For hurting her on the spot.2
I hope you die in pain,
I hope it makes you scream,
I hope that you are proud,
For ruining her Halloween.3
I hope I get to watch,
As you spiral down to die,
I hope I see it clearly,
So I shall sit with eager eye.4
I hope that it is bloody,
I hope to see some gore,
And even when you are gone,
I hope to watch some more.5
I hope to be the one,
Who beats you to your grave,
And as I watch you bleed all out,
I will stand above and wave.6
And with that wave,
I shall say some words,
Loud and clear,
Like chirping birds...7
Rot in hell you piece of shit,
Upon your grave we all shall spit,
Broken bones were not enough,
You should not think yourself so tough.
For her redemtption, here you pay,
I will take you to hell and show you the way.8
I want you to die,
If that is not clear,
I do not have to try,
To make you disappear.
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WOW. Did I mention wow? This is amazing. The depth and emotion are wonderful and this piece is beautifully cast. I was about to ask if this was based on genuine emotions, but I see below that it was because of a car accident. I wish you, your sister, and your family well.
Although your sister may not understand it now, she was given the ultimate treat this year - her life.
You have done a lovely job of showing the reader your pain, your anger, and your rage.
Best wishes and thanks for such a wonderful read.

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Thanks..
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Nice! This is amazing...
Did somthing anger you? None the less I like how you forced it into a poem. Looks like life is hard (same here).
I wouldnt know the full extent of the pain from getting cut by the world's blood stained sword, but I've thought about it, and pins and needles are enough for me right now.
You... make me feel as if your pain could be very deep. Like life offered you darkness, but your other choice was darker.ay
I may be getting in too deep and thinking to hard about the reason you have writen this poem. I may be wrong, and I may not be able to sympathsize with you in the slightest bit... empathy is all I can offer.
I dont know if you want it or not... but you dont have to take it at all. But its still there if you want it. I may be too young to understand ANYTHING. I may never know.
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My mother and sister were in a car accident, hit by a drunk driver, and my sister has been in the hospital for 7 days, and cannot go out for Halloween now (Which she has been talking about all year). That is the depth of it.
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