Poetry is for poets
And dying for the fool
But killing is for us
The ones who are cool...

I'll meet you one day
In your depressed sky
Tainted with your blue
And green with your lie...

My turn comes tomorrow
But dream I will tonight
Of your demise I see
Sparkling in bright light...

Till I see you next
Continue your killing spree
I'll continue to be your dark poet
Until you see...
The real me...