Down I bring my sacred knife blade
Down, Down,
D
O
W
N
Upon her neck
I make the fatal slice
And watch her liquids spill
So red and sticky
And oh so warm
I cannot help
But to dip my fingers in it1
She just now opens her eyes
As some sort of belated reaction
Seeing her death draw near
She just stares at me as if I was evil
Asking me what she had done wrong
I'll admit she made me feel bad
But I have no regrets forwhat I have done
If she lived on it would have ment
Another enemy
Another bully
Another joker
Another one to put me through Hell2
So away she had to go
With one slice through the neck
And a few minutes of time
She had gone and passed away
The first girl was gone from my life
In such a simple way as well
Next one I should explore
If she's made me miserable
I'll make it slow and painful
If she simply been null in my life
It would be quickand easy
Now it was time for fun
Author notes
Thanks to Andy Stephenson for helping me with this one. This was a small dip into the killing. Next one should be more interesting.
Comments
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this is very very dark.
something i don't usually read.
i know your idea for this was to make it a poem.. right?
well i think this could be like a little 'prologue'
to a book... it'd be great. like a novel about a person who just loves to kill, and writes about it in a journal in a poem way.. and then you could tell everything in third person.
but this alone is very well done.
i liked it.
again dark, but yet i enjoyed reading it.
-hilmer
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