the poor soul had suffered
a terrible fate
his limbs torn
with rotten flesh
clinging to his bones
behind his eyes
lay breeding maggots
and they gushed out of the holes
that resembled a nose
the feelings he had
as he lay dying
what he had done
and what he hadn't
must of been worse
than death itself
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ReplyDeletethat is so sad does ms. burger need to see this? jk
ReplyDeleteYour welcome.
ReplyDeleteWHAT THE HECK???????? you need professional help
ReplyDeleteand didn't ms wade say that she's gonna delete poems that are "inappropriate"? you know, poems like THIS???
nicely written by the way.
SSSHHH! dont tell ms wade! and thank you.
ReplyDeleteno prob
ReplyDeleteyou don't have to tell ms. wade because she reads all the poems. i am going to leave this one for now. but dylan...please seek help. ;-)
ReplyDeletehahah Thank you ms.wade! why does he awlays do this?!
ReplyDeleteok this is really dark like aileen said it is nicely written but no offense, seriosly i think u need help
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