DEATH - Acrostic poem
(this acrostic poem is just how i feel at presant)
Die tomorrow, I will, I no.
Everyone is out to get me, their eyes like hawks.
Axes and knifes and anything sharp, would you do the pleasures or shell I help you out.
The end is nigh and the moon is full, a beautiful night to die in the woods.
High above the people down low I swing back and forward from my throat.
Die tomorrow, I will, I no.
Everyone is out to get me, their eyes like hawks.
Axes and knifes and anything sharp, would you do the pleasures or shell I help you out.
The end is nigh and the moon is full, a beautiful night to die in the woods.
High above the people down low I swing back and forward from my throat.