Your bloodless lips.
Your hollow cheeks.
Your unseeing eyes.
I watch as your blood dries.
The knife in my hand.
The slash on your throat.
I stand and stare.
I laugh and gloat.
Your life is at an end.
Your punishment is death.
I killed you slowly
And watched you breathe your last breath.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Raimee (22.214.171.124) -- Monday, March 7 2005, 09:53 pm|
It's good. But disturbing. Murder is wrong, taking someone elses life is WRONG. You become a murderer Mike and I'll take you off my client list. :P
|LBK (126.96.36.199) -- Friday, March 11 2005, 11:14 pm|
Don't lose control
|Holly (188.8.131.52) -- Wednesday, April 6 2005, 09:33 pm|
65% of people are potential murderers. I can understand why people murder, but that doesn't mean I condone it, nor do I wish to do it myself. I guess it's the feeling of control over another's life.
|Holly (184.108.40.206) -- Wednesday, April 6 2005, 09:34 pm|
Btw that statistic came from a psychology experiment conducted 10 years ago, I didn't make it up :S
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