Toby Olsen

05 Jun, 2015 12:50 AM
I love to play with knives,
It's a fun thing to do,
Especially when I find,
That I have stabbed you..

The red starts to pour,
And you start to scream,
In the deep of the night,
You hope it's a dream..

No Dear Child,
It's not a dream,
You are wide awake,
And your eyes now gleam..

Now close your eyes Dear Child,
Your time's almost done
Just rest your eyes,
Trust me,
Hell will be fun..
<< Previous Poem
Next Poem >>


Post a Comment
profile pic
Death-Demon says:
28 Oct, 2015 12:08 AM

so lovely I love it

profile pic
Toby Olsen says:
08 Nov, 2015 05:16 PM

@Harley, thank you c:

profile pic
The Girl With The Bloody Mask says:
26 Nov, 2015 11:25 PM


profile pic
Toby Olsen says:
30 Dec, 2015 11:07 PM

@Blurry&Tyler, thank you, much appreciaton c:

profile pic
The Boy With A Gas Mask says:
10 Mar, 2016 05:23 PM

This poem is great, you should make more.

profile pic
Hayley Turner says:
08 Oct, 2016 11:35 PM

I love love love love this poem!!!

Your Comment

Do not post other site's link, it will be considered as spam