Morbid Quips

Morbidly Playing with Words and Rhyme

Quoth you,

Quoth I,

And in the midst,

A hearty sigh

To signify

My sincerest wish for you to die

 

Sanguine musings

In my brain

Are oddly enough,

A joyous strain

And I wish to cause you pain

I will not rest until you are surely slain

 

Alas I remember what hinders me

From ending your mindless tyranny

It isn’t you

It is only me,

As I am far to cowardly

Author's Note

More so an experiment in words and style than anything I'm dedicated to. Still, critique it as you see fit.