Tragic Death
The day I died,
Was a terrible death,
I spluttered and choked,
On my very last breath.
There was no one to help,
There was no one around,
When they finally found me,
I was dead on the ground.
My murderer was evil,
With eyes of red,
No words it spoke,
And no words it said.
I can't believe it killed me,
It seemed innocent at the time,
But no one even blamed it,
For it's merciless crime.
I'm so full of hatred,
Though I try to deprive,
I would kill it myself,
If I was alive.
No one tried to find it,
Or put it in jail,
I thought it was my friend,
Until the betrayal.
If I was alive now,
Near it's body of red,
I'd squash it or slice it,
'Til it too was dead.
These were my final words,
Listen if you dare,
But don't ever swallow,
The evil gummy bear!
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