Goodnightnina’s: Dont make me… Dark Slam Poetry

Death is kinda cool when ya get used to it! Shieeet* I’m translucent.

When a “faggot” passes on, sometimes they drag-on.. “Dragon,”m MORELIKEIT! imploring that I’m coming for YOUR LIFE. Shit

Loosening up your floorboards creeking* creeping toward yours.

You called me a freak cause I wore make, up… my lace covered face tasting your blood ingedient of your hate as you wake up.

Sweeter than sex is revenge let’s pretend YOU made amends,

I’ll chill a moment… amen”

Playing pianos in your in bed while your shitting yourself alone eyes wide as a full moon lit. Fit of despair your screams are useless. Or maybe in the basement hanging nooses for your amusement.

I hope you use it….

They used to tell me “get ghost.”

Now I’m playing host in bloodstained robes.

I’m crawling up your ceiling eyeballs gleaming with utter disgusting nothingness asking if you remember when you tried forcing me to suck your….

You would harass my phone…now you dread; the dead phone ringing ” you” is this your last **** -HELL-O ****

“It’s… It’s… shade on the phone….”

People make me nauseous. Should have been a little more cautious I’m coming up to your room as several different Objects to turn your body    inside out and CONVEX.

Ghosts in the shade…

When the stars lit I’m outside your window.

Don’t make me crawl in.