I walk this path
Every step more with wrath.
My feet pounding on the cement,
My shoes surely to dent.
My eyes flaring with rage,
I'll unleash my animal from it's cage.
I reach my prey
With no words to say.
My claws draw deep
As they creep
Up to the enemy's lair,
Every ounce with a snare.
A heinious laugh rises within,
The evil is surely to win.
My prey steps back
Into a potato stack,
There is nowhere to run,
No hope for the sun.
The sun won't rise,
It is my demise.
I seep my teeth in his flesh,
His blood warm and fresh.
His body sinks to the floor,
I lick my lips and go to the door.
Please tell me what you think
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Ok
this poem is alot like your others..............but i guess it's good -
this poem isn't like your other ones but i stil think its good
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