Fair is fair

tightly bound

to the chair

as wicked laughter 

fills the air.

Oxygen clotting

in my chest

I try to breathe

I try my best.

But no matter how hard

I push my voice

It seems I have no other choice

but to sit alone

and atone

for all the things 

Ive come to known.



Although I want

to know why 

I have to die 

in such a way. 

I do not ask

as my vision

fades to gray.

And when my soul

is put to sleep

I'll look down on him 

and his joy ill reap. 

Because fair is fair

in love and war

so ill take his life.

and he will burn

forever more.

Author's Note

i'm new to the writing scene, so sorry if my crap melts your brain.

Reviews

[Deandra Dawn]

You only have two poems on here but I am in love with them both. I love the dark and creepy, I love the insane. Very nice.