The Killing Field Game Poem by Heather Perry Heather Perry

The one who kills is
a demon in you
you have no soul
nothing that makes
you you.

You're nothing but a
killer inside your head.
I can't wait till your
demon is finally
dead.

So let's go on to the
killing field
I'll make you hurt, I'll
make you feel.

Let's make this a game
just you and me
you go hide I'll count
1,2,3
ready or not here
I come hide really good
cause this game has
finally just begun.

Who will win let's make it
a tie
either one or both can
surely die.

This game we play
will never end till
we're buried and
dust again.