A Killer's Dream

 

 

A Killer’s Dream

By: Mase Allen

 

Twas a dark and stormy night,

It was such a fearful fright.

A killer asleep in his cell

A cell he considered his hell.

 

He dreamed he was the devil,

And that he would get stronger by level.

He dreamed he was Michael Myers,

Equipped with a knife with wires.

 

The killer’s dream had come true,

He laughed until his face turned blue.

He escaped the dreaded cell that night,

But eventually got killed in a treacherous fight.

 

The killer’s funeral was at the jail,

Even though he was still on probation without bail.

The killer is in a better place,

But everyone still hated his ugly face.

 

The killer didn’t go to heaven,

The killer went straight to hell.

Even though everyone hated him,

He still leaves behind his story to tell.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

The title , the poem and the font were all good...Thank you for sharing...:)...............

[Mase Allen]

thank you so much!! and you are very welcome!!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome too...:)......................

[Mase Allen]

did you happen to read my other story?

[Sami Khalil]

I like just poems. Very rare I read stories...Thank you kindly...:)...................