One day the darkness will come,
cover all, consume all.
They will be gone and I will be happy.
I too will be gone,
a small price to pay,
to hear them scream,
to see the squirm,
to hear them suffer.
Even as the red men poke and prod me,
ripping me in two,
I shall be laughing.
It isn't exactly how I wrote it, it is at home. I dunno if you guys like it, most people saw it as evil. I guess it is in a way, but I was really upset and angry, my first real poem, written from the heart. Please, what do you think?
