Has the world come down on me?
As I look at the sky with seem.
And now I write my words earnestly.
Each time my heart pounds,
I sit in contemplation,
As I appreciate my Ostentation.
So many words are unexpressed.
Words of satire.
To make the others in distress.
All the fools,
Who wants me in dreary and in doom,
I shall liberate my ghoulish self,
To defunct your serene soul.
Like the ruthless soul, you have been
I shall allure you to death which you haven’t seen.
A livid soul I am,
To stab your beating heart.
This will be my obligation.
And not any gag to ridicule on with sensation.
i don't no how the poem is.....
As I look at the sky with seem.
And now I write my words earnestly.
Each time my heart pounds,
I sit in contemplation,
As I appreciate my Ostentation.
So many words are unexpressed.
Words of satire.
To make the others in distress.
All the fools,
Who wants me in dreary and in doom,
I shall liberate my ghoulish self,
To defunct your serene soul.
Like the ruthless soul, you have been
I shall allure you to death which you haven’t seen.
A livid soul I am,
To stab your beating heart.
This will be my obligation.
And not any gag to ridicule on with sensation.
i don't no how the poem is.....

