I Kill The World (Poem)

You hear a bike roaring past

You look in the direction of the bike

And what do you see where it should be
You see the smoke from an explosion

Metallic black smoke rises high in the sky
And it smells of corpses older than the Earth

Now as you look closer at the smoke

You see blood-red smoke rising even higher

This smoke smells even worse

Than death itself

The cloudless blue sky suddenly

Gets darker than a thunderhead

And lightning starts flashing violently

Worse than it has in Earth's history

Thunder roars every millisecond

And it starts raining black roses

The monstrous smoke clouds begin

Taking a freakish form

The clouds get even darker and

A pair of pitch-black blood-shot eyes

The eyes larger than China

And the wind hits a demonic speed

Of two-hundred miles-a-second

The eyes explode and the Reaper's form

Gets molded by the smoke clouds

Now I appear and I float down to the Earth

My giant black coat blowing in the wind

My face flashing between blue and red

With every flash of lightning

Now I raise my scythe and kill the world



Does My Appearance Disturb You? (Poem)

See my bloodshot eyes

Black-as-pitch

The veins glowing crimson

My face is covered in black blood

Don't mistake it for make-up

I don't wear make-up

My hair is not black

It's only bloodstained

Does my appearance disturb you

With my belt studded with skulls

My necklace with a scythe on it

My face with crimson warpaint

The pitch-black wristbands

Studded with platinum skulls

My face paler than an Albino

Blood-like paint on my face

Painted on like tears

My pitch-black leather jacket

And my pitch-black skin-tight jeans

My biker boots studded on the rims

With stainless steel skulls

And my black leather biker gloves

Now I try to speak so you know your fate

My voice so raspy and ancient sounding

You can't understand what I tell you

But I'm sure you can guess who I am