A Poem...Nothing less, nothing more...
Killing for Revenge
I can smell you’re dieing soul as I sit and stare
I reminisce with you the days that caused me to bring upon this fate
You would not cease your horrid torture, you’re painful hate
And now at you’re bloody body I do glare
I write words of joy on your skin with my knife
How does it feel to for once have no power?
I know this is a feeling I could devour
Knowing that now, at any moment, I could take your life
I gaze into your frightened eyes
And I laugh a laugh so pure of insanity
That you scream out to all of humanity
But now no one cares if you die
And I slice your fragile neck and watch your blood seeping through the crack
I smile so bright with satisfaction and joy
As you lie there as though you were my toy
Now, at last I’ve avenged the pain of myself, and no longer my freedom I will lack
I can smell you’re dieing soul as I sit and stare
I reminisce with you the days that caused me to bring upon this fate
You would not cease your horrid torture, you’re painful hate
And now at you’re bloody body I do glare
I write words of joy on your skin with my knife
How does it feel to for once have no power?
I know this is a feeling I could devour
Knowing that now, at any moment, I could take your life
I gaze into your frightened eyes
And I laugh a laugh so pure of insanity
That you scream out to all of humanity
But now no one cares if you die
And I slice your fragile neck and watch your blood seeping through the crack
I smile so bright with satisfaction and joy
As you lie there as though you were my toy
Now, at last I’ve avenged the pain of myself, and no longer my freedom I will lack