Sad Failure

You're standing in the center of the room.
Your choking  presence gives me a sense of doom.
Laughing, shaking, hand full of decapitated hair.
Come, let the flower of hatred bloom.

Ax in one hand, body-less head in the other.
Show me, reenact how you killed your mother.
Hey, tell me, are you going to kill me too?
Repeated stabs, like how you killed your brother?

Being painted  with blood suits you.
Laughing as you bid your victims adieu.
I hate you, are you aware of this feeling?
I hate it all, everything, every act of taboo.

I want to bury your ax inside your head.
Burn your body to make sure you're dead.
But I can't do anything while hunched into this corner.
So I wait for you to kill me, while shivering with dread.

You really don't deserve to be locked up in a cell.
I will drag you along with me to the circles of hell.
The knife hidden in my hand is getting hot.
The idea of your body still walking after I die-I rebel!

Come, come, come closer... Here.
Drowning into this overwhelming atmosphere
Getting ready to swing, hack, chop.
Shivering in anticipation to make my life disappear.

I stand up quickly to embed my knife in your chest by my hand
But this chance to kill you slipped between my fingers like sand
You laugh while the ax swipes my head to the floor (thud)
Sending me swearing while I spiral to dead man's land. 

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

I think this is well written, but I personally don`t appreciate poetry with so much violence, and I don`t have the feeling I understand the motives of those involved.What I really like is the thud of the penultimate line, which makes it a bit slap stick and less threatening. Fans of this genre will enjoy this poem.

[Sylvana]

This is amazing. (sadist me talking, don't mind it.)
I love your writing, I've missed it. ^-^ I like the whole story played out into it, and the way the words are written down to sound a certain way.