Pretty Little MonstersA Poem by Kat ManduI was lost, little and alone, Gender gone, no true home Eyes closed, I keep mute, Time to execute Always silent, A life of violence. Genocide, This quest of mine, Slay the monsters, It’s no crime. I go, go like all the others But unlike them, I shall not die I am the one, the fallen one, Never satisfied, never done. Not complete, I weep in defeat. Hero is what they call me, Killer is what they call me- Perception is a b***h sometimes. This tale of mine Trapped underground You will never know, Or hear a sound. I will destroy, Hopes and dreams. The blue of sky runs red with their blood. Like a wicked flood Ruin and rain Save it for plague time. I mean play time. Haha. Little laughter, Silly slaughter. As simple as 8bit. I broke the plot, Time to quit. © 2016 Kat Mandu |
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Added on May 27, 2016 Last Updated on May 27, 2016 Tags: Undertale, underworld, killer, genocide, perception, dreams, hopes, destruction Author
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