The Killer

The Killer

A Poem by None

 

I know he wants to kill me,

I’ve seen that smile before,

Those arms that want to break me,

And leave me bleeding on the floor.

 

His eyes they stare right through me,

Unblinking in the light,

Those eyes, they wont release me,

Yet I feel no fright.

 

He stays there in the corner,

Where he sat to rest,

That smile is set upon his face,

An invitation, not a test.

 

I press his steel upon my wrists,

Red bracelets to match his,

There is no pain, no fear, no more,

In the end there’s only this.

 

So we’re smiling, always smiling,

Glassy eyes that see no more,

 

Surrounded by our own release,

Red rivers stain the floor.

© 2008 None


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Excellent! This leaves no room for any criticism what-so-ever! Definitely going to the favorites list!!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love this, it sounds like something that I would love to write, such descriptiveness, it tells the story without comming right out and saying it, to me the words seem to dance around the subject, my kind of writer.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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