I'm not entirerly sure when I wrote this poem but I believe that it was sometime in August of 1997. This was the first poem I ever wrote. The cold death grip on your heart Summons the coal black eyes. The pure hatred on your breath You can not disguise. Only one person can bring this on A person you know well. Now your only thought is, "I hope you rot in Hell." ~Inspired by James, and, James, you know who you are.
Now that you're in the mood to kill, go read something happy, quick!
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