You pain me,
Everyday I watch you slowly slip away,
I can’t take it anymore,
Why are you so sad?
Writing about your suicide,
I’m sick of it, no more!
If you cant live your life then maybe you don’t deserve it in the first place,
You write about not having the courage to off yourself,
How you wish you could end it all in one swift slice,
If you are too afraid to end it then I’ll end it for you,
Why do you look at me with terrified eyes?
This is what you wanted isn’t it?
It’s too late for regrets,
I could care less,
I grab you and hold you close,
I thrust the cold steel deep,
Blood running down my clothes as you die in fear,
Terrified screams escape your lips as the darkness creeps in,
You try to struggle but you’re just too weak,
You cry and wail,
I look at you and smile,
It’ll all be over soon,
You fall quiet in my arms,
Terror on your face,
But at least I know you’re happy,
I gave you what you wanted,
You can thank me when we meet in the fiery carnival of hell,
And then I can kill you again and again and take even more pleasure than I did the first time, comforted by the thought that we have all of eternity to spend in your torment.
*half truth*
this is my first poem here, please rate me, comments are good too. I just want some feed back
