Killer

LP2187

I am a murderer, a killer who kills

To get rid of my anxieties and fears

And with my knife I showcase my skills

But it doesn’t help stop my tears

 

I know killing is bad, but it’s good for me

I have to kill because I am a killer

No one can change that I am an enemy

But I like it this way, always being the winner

 

I don’t kill for fun, I kill to remove

My anger, fear, to become the best

Since everyone fears me, I cannot lose

And I will never be scared like the rest

 

Forever I am running away

From the justice that slithers and crawls for me

And during every night and every day

I’m killing and killing continuously

 

I want to feel like a king

To be the one that has the knife

To point the gun and demand anything

And to choose to end anyone’s life

 

Control and releasing anger is key

And when I kill, at this I’m very good

I think being a killer is best for me

Even when my hands are stained with blood

 

But I don’t know why I’m making others die

Apart from taking out my anger and anxiety

But afterwards, I’m empty inside

Just like the bodies in front of me

  • Author: LP2187 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 13th, 2024 07:17
  • Comment from author about the poem: I also think I'm murderous. Like, at school, when I really hate things, I want to kill every single child in the room. Stab them or poke their eyeballs out. Beat everyone to death. And then I'll kill myself. Just because the teacher has a cup of lollypop sticks on their desk. I'm pathetic, aren't I. I know when you read this you will realise how pathetic I am. I exaggerate a bit because I tend to hate things.
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