Through the Eyes of the Victim.

Through the Eyes of the Victim.

A Poem by Fear Corrupts!
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The final minutes of a dying girl.

"

 

" Through the eyes of the victim,
                       the final show plays.
                       Her mind runs a summary,
                       of her life's glory days "

& now,

As the blade cuts through her skin
her dry tears & silent goodbyes,
pain their tragic fairwell.

 

She prays to god,
to something,
her final words,
& that her soul not rest in hell.


" My time on this planet was little,
barely a chance I had received.
I wanted to climb Mount Everest,
I dreamed of swimming the seven seas.

 

" I had tossed only a small stone in the ocean,
just beginning to find my place in this world.
I pray that the people will remember me,
for what I had become & who I was,
not as "that murdered girl "

 

'' I pray that my soul shall not suffer in hell,
if there is even a such thing.
Please god, be kind to me.
I have been a decent human being "

 

" Amen "

 

& now,
the last drop of life,
drips from her throat.


© 2009 Fear Corrupts!



Author's Note

Fear Corrupts!
Well,
once again I started going one way with this piece,
but then changed course around the middle.
Oh well.

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I'm gonna give you a big hug when I see you! You're the Queen of angst and torment once again! This was very creepy and honest. Something I'm sure a lot of youngins' can relate to. It flowed and was told very creepy and sadly. It almost read as if she wanted God to save her before she did this tragic and permanent thing. Or maybe she had it with this world and wanted God to save her on whatever the next level may be. Either way, this was a good honest write!.....

Posted 8 Years Ago


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very good i like the imagery.. i like peoms that show the gruesome sides of life.. good job..

Posted 8 Years Ago


Very deep this poem is well written from a victims perspective and the emotion leaps of the screen. Great write and I'm adding it to my read list

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Posted 8 Years Ago


"I had tossed only a small stone in the ocean,
just beginning to find my place in this world." this is so heart-breaking & sad. but a beautiful poem through the dying eyes of a nameless victim. very insightful. & a darkly wonderful write.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

That was so beautiful! The end was great! I wish I could write that good!

Posted 8 Years Ago


It is hard to know what would pass through one's mind when faced with that knowledge that your next breath could well be your last - while there is that violent ending coming here - you've created a write that transcends that - a piece about a murder of an innocent that has an ethereal quality, peaceful. great write.

Posted 8 Years Ago


I'm gonna give you a big hug when I see you! You're the Queen of angst and torment once again! This was very creepy and honest. Something I'm sure a lot of youngins' can relate to. It flowed and was told very creepy and sadly. It almost read as if she wanted God to save her before she did this tragic and permanent thing. Or maybe she had it with this world and wanted God to save her on whatever the next level may be. Either way, this was a good honest write!.....

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"& now,
the last drop of life,
drips from her throat."

That was so amazing. And, truly sad. Great, great write!

Posted 8 Years Ago


This is beautiful. I feel something deep in your core troublng you yourself. No I'm not crazy. But I sense there's even more pain behind the writing...

Posted 8 Years Ago


Well, the change was about like her life. One course intended, but a different course followed (albiet unwillingly). I found it a saddened reflection upon something she can only dream of now. Good work.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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