You better keep an eye open
at night, whilst I creep
Sneak around your perfect den
as I watch you sleep
With a heavy knife in my hand
Your tree trunk, your strong neck is in the shot
By the way, I am not the guy that brings sand
Nothing will stop me because my blood is bubbling hot
Your glazed eyes, staring aimlessly at me
nothing new there! My knees are warm and nice
In your blood. And smiling about what I can see
Your body dead, pale and cold like ice
The radiant red shining, trickling, owning the white
My eyes can not resist looking at the crisp contrast
Beautiful! Cold! Like bloody snow in daylight
Quickly turning sheets red. Fast
I killed you
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Author:
4wheels (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 1st, 2025 08:16
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Comments2
Quite dark and rather hot this poem speaks of violent emotions ready to erupt. Well imaged and worded
Good writing! I have also experienced emotions similar to those in your poetry, which are a thirst, a sense of possession, and a passion that breeds in repression
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