Life and death poetry

.Death be nibble.
death be quick
Death juped into a bloody stick
And if i dont die to night
I'll try it in mornings light.
Go to sleep my little dear I'll be dead in a little. Good night.

The look on her face as she kissed my dear.
He fell in love.
left me behind.
to cover up his little crime.
he filled me when i killed his girl.
I keep her in a store room
in the back
tall and long
her bones skattered all ove wit all the others.


Santa wants to kill me
Santa wants me dead
santa comes through fire
to beats me in the night
burnes my legs
bye mommie santa came to kill me.

my legs are burned
myface is cut
my arms brused
y mouth is bleeding
let me go
leave me alone
dont swing again
my sweet abuse.

THE END