Murderous me...A Poem by Ender
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.
© 2011 Ender
Added on October 14, 2011
Last Updated on October 14, 2011
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