Kill Kill Kill

Eight fingers fully engaged,
Squeezed her neck.

Two Thumbs,
Pressed down on her lungs.

Her soiled soul.
Finished and breached.

I love all I touch.
But this b***h,
not so much.

Kill, gore, stance.
All a trance. Wicked witch,
Your time is near.

Eyes so dead and deader yet,
your soul does not exist.
Your death, worlds sweet kiss.

Reviews

[Vanessa Rico]

The picture prepared me for this dark poem! This was a great write...and it is making me look over my shoulder as I write this!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I never know quite what to say when I read poetry along these lines. Not sure why I am an avid fan of King and Koontz and Horror and Thriller movies......you did a great job my friend. :)

[*~DreamDeamon~*]

HAHA love the fury! love the haterd! Another Amazing write! I hate Alot of chicks that i would love to do that to.. and some guys. I love that you ccan write it out and make killing someone be so pretty and beautiful.. Good write! XD

[Searching 4 Serenity]

The middle made me laugh. Guess the man full heartedly hated the b***h with uncontrolled fury.