Darn. You hurt me and tore me apart
Squeezed my once loving and caring heart
Today, the stroke of the pen is about you
How you made me numb and blue
A foe who wore a kiddie mask
to entice innocent souls
And when he gets his cravings
He leaves them like fools
I swear others should be warned from now on
You'd better take your own medicine
and die alone.
My pen, every stroke wields the power
to design one's destiny
It's your turn to live in agony
scream with misery
Thousand folds of torture
will remind how you played it worst
Yes. Remember me. That's the poet's curse.
©eugene
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