It's not fair I thought you loved me(dark poem)
It's not fair I thought you loved me, every single bit of me
but when I was not around I heard from others you sought me as a fool, you sought me as clown
For weeks on end I tried to calm down and it just continued to make me frown
I knew I couldn't let you put me down till I was suffocating on the ground so I knew what I had to do
I knew I had to put you down otherwise you would continue to make me frown and to think I would have let you see me in the beautiful white gown
instead now I will not be wearing white oh so bright but black as to accommodate for your funeral I remembered how shocked you were at the tools
and cool bloodstains that laid in wake in my basement to dismember and disembowel as I cut into you I laughed and howled
but all you did was scream and cry and pray to die but I made it slow I made it painful and once I was done I put your head on a mantle
you were now my trophy indeed a fair prize rather tasty that deserved his demise I wish you would remember this in my blood crazed bliss
never mess with a miss who is a bloody thirsty bitch.