I should make a book of poetry

It shall be called
"Poetry for the Mentally Deranged"

I swear. I feel so weird.
My latest work of art???

Evil Eyes

Empty promises

Broken lies

I've come to hate

Those evil eyes

Don't cry

You're only dead inside

So go ahead

Kill yourself

You're already dead

And we can laugh together

As we tumble into bed

And mumble on about our nightmares

Mirror Mirror

On the wall

Who is the deadest one of all
I AM I AM

Ask again

Mirror Mirror

On the wall

Who is the most beautiful of them all

How can you be beautiful

When you are so dead

Empty promises

Broken lies

I've come to hate
Those evil eyes

Katherine Campbell