Slit his throat and let him fall
Calm down before I lose it all
Stand my ground, don’t even flinch
Show him he can’t win
The battle now has just begun
The blood is only half the fun
Listen to him scream and choke
Laugh as though it’s just a joke
Pretend that there is no more fear
Pick your poison, inject it here
In his flesh dispose of it
In his face then do spit
Laugh in the face of danger
As he squirms, take delight
Death to the fainted and die weary
My ruthless scorn is all too dreary
Do not cry, my poor, sweet victim
And if tears he cries, let them be of bloody crimson
Let me taste such sweet victory
Nail him to a dying tree
Stab him when his last hope flees
Think of him solely as blood on your palms
The crimson will wash away with more
Out one door, in another
Soon there will be one more man to be slaughtered
Have no mercy, have no fear
Kill them for to what your heart is dear
I cannot create life in a flash, but take it as I might
The world has less to worry for population takes its flight
The only worry left there is
Is I, and warriors, take heed right here
There is no chance you stand against me
For I am great above all
You hear my screams of triumph; take heed of your phobias
Give in or shall you not, you all are in the ground
Breathe deep, stay calm
I speak to myself, excited as I get
You there, warriors, panic at my excitement
For I shall not fail
To slit your throats, I do entail
Blood across the finest tree
Each severed head shall be
Hung from the top with crimson flow
Forever in the deep crimson snow
Never to be washed to white
Heed my warnings on this dreadful night
Oh, sweet death delight, what a taste for blood
Be still, my heart, don’t beat so quick
Emotions wild, tension so thick
Dig the dagger oh so deep
Wake the dead man in his sleep
Make sure he knows that it is I
As the blood flows and lungs stop all trace of breath
So deep in sleep, so nearly dead
Help him, take his severed head
Carve my name into his skull
Forever feel his dying soul
Open your lungs and breathe him in
Keep him tucked away, safe within
The mind of the silence, never to speak
Turn the handle tight, never leak
Spill blood before I move my mouth
From here migrate farther south
To catch the next joy ride
Stabbing the side
Of any man crossing my path
Creating massive genocide
I am unstoppable, unforgettable
Those who hear my name will tremble
Heart and all, your souls are mine
Each and every one in time
Don’t think you’ll be so lucky
I leave no survivors
Think quick, think fast
I’m coming and you know you just won’t last
Forfeit the game before I help you along
Tears of pain in drops of blood
My mind is sick, there is no chance
Only pleasure approaches the depths of my mind
Death to all one at a time
I do not loath against only one
I spread equality until there is none
Let death be your final plea
As I bring down my blade with no mercy
Author notes
Haha Naruto is a bad influence. The start of this poem was inspired by Naruto episode 19 when Zabuza attacked Gatoh.
A contest entry
- Scary Stories/Poems by loyda.
320 points, ended February 26, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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looks like you were angry when you write this poem. hahaha
the mind of the warrior is very scary, and the poem has a nice flow to it.
thanks for joining my contest
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There are now words to describe it.....
This poem....its excellent. it was fantastice. the description of death adn the sick warriors mind....I LOVE IT!!!! THIS IS EXCELLENT. IT IS INSPIRING! And yet....deep down i feel....as if another side of me has awoken from listening to this poem. I feel like i....have to let it out!!!
YES! YES! MORE! MORE!I LOVE IT!!!! These emotions, this excitment you feel when your in battle......this poem......describes it PERFECTLY!!!! Its wonderful...the feelings of excitment....the feel of blood splattering all over your body as you cut that person up into smaller pieces.....the beutiful sound they make as they scream with their final breaths....and the fear that fills thier eyes, knowing that they will die.......its too irresistible to pass up. The batle only gets better with a more formidible warrior, for it will last longer and you can have more fun with then....and its best not to let them die right away...wheres the fun in that? Let them suffer for a while, let my face be the last Thats what i love......AND I MUST HAVE MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
.......sorry about that, hato-chan, but i think I went overboard there.....that was scary....my psychotic side came out for a second there...sorry for losing control like that....oops, I smashed my glass.......hehe, so, uh, nobody else saw that, right? Right?
.....I feel like Im in trouble now......
Well, the poem was very nicely done and I congradulate you fully on it. Yeah, it is very scary to read and comprehend...and yet, for me.....its not that scary or sick at all. That in itself is scary. Thanks for the poem.
Uh, by the way, the glass thing nearly happened....it was wierd....Im scared of what i'll do next if you make another poem like this.....I hope your not too freaked out......I feel depressed now.
Keep up the fantastic work!!!
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Exquisite
Loved it! The poem has a good flow, and even though its fairly long, it didn't get boring (kinda hard to get boring with this ^^)
Three...I mean...Two thumbs up!
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