Confusion,
frustration,
the anticipation,
I don't know if I can go through with it,
I have a knife,
what shall I do with it?
Shall I poke? ,
Shall I stab? ,
Shall I give it everything I have?
Shall I kill? ,
Shall I hurt?
What will all of this be worth?
I can't take it,
I have to do it,
I can see his heart,
shall I stab through it?
I shall, I will
This is a thrill!
I will forever remember my first kill!
My heart pounds loudly as I do this,
The thought of another’s death intense in my mind,
Should I be quick? ,
Should I be slow?
Should I make it painless? ,
Should I make it last?
I shall, I will
This is a thrill
I will forever remember my first kill!
((this one was a poem inspired by one of the roleplays i had not too long ago with one of my roleplaying partners on yahoo! messenger.))
