The Handshake

I first hit the dude, hard on the nose.

I showed him to be smart when choosing his foes.

 

He stared back at me, scared and dazed.

He saw a man that was brutal and crazed.

 

I got out the blade, and struck his side.

There was no room to run, no place to hide.

 

He cried out in agony, wanting no more.

I struck his chest, and he hit the ground floor.

 

I stood over him for what seemed an hour.

It was such a rush, I felt such a power.

 

The floor was moist, doused with red.

I checked his pulse; he had to be dead.

 

I lifted his wrist to check for a beat.

There was no rhythm, but he still had his heat.

 

I knew this was the last thing for him to deserve,

but he got to me, he got on my last nerve.

 

I had to release the anger and hate.

I knew I was right, to deliver his fate.

 

I let go of his hand and snapped out of my daydream.

This guy is lucky I’m nice, and luckier I'm not mean.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Dom]

I really enjoyed this. I like poems that ryhme LOL. Awesome job man! :D

[Mauricio Montoya]

O.K.

[~Wandering Soul~]

wow this is soooo amazing!!
love the way it flows so smoothly and its so full of description :)
great work!!
~Wandering Soul~