No Regrets

by David   Jul 12, 2005


No longer will you make me feel like dirt,
No longer will you make me hurt.
Because I made sure of that,
When I bashed your brains with a baseball bat.
No longer will you scream at me.
Because killing you was the only key.
No longer will I hear you yell,
Because now you’re burning in the pits of hell.
And with a deadly sharp knife, I began to pry.
The deeper I did, the more you cry.
Your shouts were heard through out the night,
But not one time did you put up a fight,
It’s funny how you looked at me,
Like you wanted some kind of mercy.
But did you really think I would give it to you?
After all the pain you put me through?
I loved the way your blood had glimmered.
Your body twitching as it shimmered.
I liked kill you it was lots of fun,
The way I did it, the way it was done.

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  • 19 years ago

    by EpithetPoet

    Wow, very gruesome. You might want to put this down in dark poems instead of depression. Very nice.
    _A