Replying to A crowd has congregated around me computer

I have been recently getting into poetry....what do you think:

a bird flies by,
the old woman cries.
a tree is blown softly,
as the ocean creeps ashore
fortress he whispers
death: the last resort

your imminent death,
i will not rest
you must be finished,
murdered in cold blood
you are mine to make bleed
it will be long and painful!!!!!!!!!!

DIE!