I hate your face Robert Pattinson
Paler than the ashes of nuclear winter
Covering the bodies of fallen children in the snow
More ghastly than a graveyard specter
Collecting the hearts of tormented tweens
Glowing incessant like a radioactive frog
bloated and croaking stalker poetry
Your eyes are red and dead
Like a dimming bulb in a Methlab
With your drunken glance
You drink my innocence
With your eyes
and with every gulp
I die a little
Inside
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