Murderous me...

sadistic me...

You laying cold with blood,

my hand plunged into like a stud,

letting, and frothing a red flood.

 

My other hand was cuffing your throat,

giving your eyes a float,

hearing a slight garble and groat.

 

My body pegged what is catatonic,

given in a grin of sadistic chronic;

to finally hear your lungs go pneumonic.

 

I have stains over what was plane white;

staring over my cloths i notice, what a blight -

though, it was an incredible excite.

 

Giving into a frown my play thing was dead,

my whimper came and a tear I shed.

I lick my fingers of my little mess -- looking for another to embed.

Reviews

[Aaran]

Another scary one!!...You have attributed the person with a monstrous quality so that he does not hesitate to choke out life from a being. there are many of these out there.. people who has no regard for others' sorrow or emotions. You have personified them through this poetry.. Excellent work my friend..

[Kid Kirby]

Loved it, and the rhyming gives it a glorious creepiness. Nice work.

[Science girl]

Oooo I got chills! Such a great piece and you were spot on about imagery

[smarie]

WOW!! That was super creepy but I LOVE IT!! I love creepy poems. I just love how its so beautiful and yet so sad at the same time.

[EMMIE]

CREEPY GAVE ME THE GOOSIES LOL. YES THE IMAGERY IS SO DARK AND LOVELY! YOU SHOULD ENTER THAT ONE INTO MY HORROR CONTEST! IT'S BEAUTIFUL AND SAD AT THE SAME TIME.