Just a random poem I made. I would advise you not to read it but whatever. Read at your own risk.
Don't laugh as the hearse goes by,
For you'll be the next to die.
They put you in a box,
And drop you into a pit,
And cover it up with dirt and rocks.
All goes well for a week,
Untill your coffin begins to leak.
The worms crawl in and out,
They eat your eyes and nose,
They eat the flesh on your toes.
Worms crawl in your stomach and out your eyes,
You begin to turn slimy green,
Once the worms are finish with you,
There will be nothing left but bone and skin,
This is your grave.
 SuiginTou Neko · Mon Jul 27, 2009 @ 10:25am · 1 Comments |
