The fear impulsed in his Brain
The feelings that no longer remain
The fire that burns deep in his heart
Its so cold and dark you cant see a spark
The torture, the pleasure
Losing sleep over it? Never
Hateful words being spit around
Later on, that jerk will be 6 feet under ground
Heat and Rage something you cant control
Know one understands it, only he may know
Passion to kill, the need for blood
Abused and hurt as a young son
Killing this creature started out so wrong
But later to find out that didn't take long
Next he went after those who stood in his path
unlucky for them they got his wrath
Michael Meyers..they call the Devil's son
On a mission to kill everyone
by
ShelbyBooposted on 12/30/2007
I really like the poem