I’m not going to **** myself.  
The question:  Do you have a plan?
Starts the thinking process...
the deer hunters will do it for me
All I have to do is dress up like
a beautiful *****
Bambi
Run through the woods
And hopefully you shoot me down good this time the void is more than calling
Come outside to play
Run where the crows call
Go on the private property...
If you dare, Molly.

The last deer standing
An angel read my poem
Let’s start something she said
Run through the woods
Live or die forever
Beautifully shot dead
I started this...
I’m just like him
A serial killer

The idea ran through my head
I showed the poem to the internet
And now there are four more dead
Let’s end deer hunting season
Ban the guns
A black Yukon is
Here
When I go on a hang out
If I don’t come back to this site.  
I’m dead
I did all of this for you idiots!  
Find me.