My Puddin (He's Not Poetry) Poem by Peitho Enthermos

I'd do anything for you.
I wouldn't hurt you...
I will always follow you.
I will always love you!

My Puddin, where'd you go?
I see not even your shadow.
I only blinked once and I'd never know
my sanity would stay, how long so?

I'd take every meaningless bullets in my brain.
I'd take blows and blasts to not stay sane...
I'd jump to that chemical and die in vain!
But not to love Puddin- - that's true pain.

My Puddin, we'll live differently...
And when people say something, we'll see...
As their opinions bubble in their mouths, they'd flee...
The taste of death, we serve them free.

I'd change, I'd stay, I go mad
Sad, sad, sad... I'd die sad.
Everything is neon, dark... torment, difficult- -hard.
I'd kill you to love me, bastard!

Do you like it, my Puddin?
Of course, you don't!
You're a method.
An idea. Not poetry.
Sick. Idiot. Psychopath. Sociopath.
Harmony.