I walk to house
Knock on the door
As i have been told
Pokemon is getting dull
But i dont care what anyone says
Why am I the chosen one?
The one who tells people about the dark?
The one who gets furious about small things?
But no, its not a small thing!!
Your dead, so now the world is free
Now is the end of your ride
Because of my sweet homocide
Author notes
god i get more crazy the farther back i go. idea by http://allpoetry.com/contest/2408697
