Poems!!
POEMS!! FINALLY!!!
by Dorian Gray
My Battleaxe
My Battleaxe, my battleaxe,
My Double-Bladed Friend,
Ideal for sending unsuspecting victims,
To their end!
Not popular as knives or guns
But many times the fun,
And rinses clean so easily
When all the killing's done!
"To hear the sweetest music,
that is the dying breath"
Is etched into my battleaxe,
The silver hand of death!
A helpless little girl-scout,
A thug who thinks he's tough,
I love to wet the pavement,
With all their inner stuff!
Whenever I'm depressed or bored
Or looking for a fling,
I whip out the ol' battleaxe
And take her for a swing!
If ever you need anything
To rid you of a frown,
Nothing gets your spirits up
Like chopping someone down!
Why do they confine me?
Why do they confine me
Within this padded cell,
Just because I took an axe
And sent some folks to hell,
They said that I was crazy,
Or loony as can be,
But they put pillows in the walls
Now is it them or me?
And why do they confine me,
Within these concrete walls?
Just because I randomly
Kill people at the mall,
They label me a psycho,
But they don t understand.
I just do what the Voices say
Their wish is my command!
And why do they confine me,
Within this buckled coat?
Just because I drew some shapes
And sacrificed a goat,
They said I was a cultist,
And that I had to go
But I know that ain't true
'Cause the Dark Master told me so!
And why do they confine me,
Within this metal chair?
They pin my wrists and ankles in
And shave off all my hair,
And said I was a menace,
So now I have to fry
Before I go, I'd like to know
The answer, tell me why?
More soon!!
by Dorian Gray
My Battleaxe
My Battleaxe, my battleaxe,
My Double-Bladed Friend,
Ideal for sending unsuspecting victims,
To their end!
Not popular as knives or guns
But many times the fun,
And rinses clean so easily
When all the killing's done!
"To hear the sweetest music,
that is the dying breath"
Is etched into my battleaxe,
The silver hand of death!
A helpless little girl-scout,
A thug who thinks he's tough,
I love to wet the pavement,
With all their inner stuff!
Whenever I'm depressed or bored
Or looking for a fling,
I whip out the ol' battleaxe
And take her for a swing!
If ever you need anything
To rid you of a frown,
Nothing gets your spirits up
Like chopping someone down!
Why do they confine me?
Why do they confine me
Within this padded cell,
Just because I took an axe
And sent some folks to hell,
They said that I was crazy,
Or loony as can be,
But they put pillows in the walls
Now is it them or me?
And why do they confine me,
Within these concrete walls?
Just because I randomly
Kill people at the mall,
They label me a psycho,
But they don t understand.
I just do what the Voices say
Their wish is my command!
And why do they confine me,
Within this buckled coat?
Just because I drew some shapes
And sacrificed a goat,
They said I was a cultist,
And that I had to go
But I know that ain't true
'Cause the Dark Master told me so!
And why do they confine me,
Within this metal chair?
They pin my wrists and ankles in
And shave off all my hair,
And said I was a menace,
So now I have to fry
Before I go, I'd like to know
The answer, tell me why?
More soon!!