Very Bad Poetry

I live with you. I know you hate me, but I'm too rich and powerful that you just don't admit it. In fear of execution.
In fear of persecution.
But when you sleep, I peep into you're dreams.
Your most secret desires.
And I see myself wrapped in wires. Run over by tires.
Burning in large fires.
But those are only dreams.
I will never really die.
I will only die in your dreams.
I die in your dreams, but you
won't wake up tomorrow.
You'll sleep with the fishes, and I will have no more sorrow.

Anonymous Thomas has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Anonymous's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Anonymous's latest works: