A diary of a murderer

by Darkbreath   Dec 29, 2006


His skin was warm his character sweet
But the hunger in me he could not feed
My hands were aching
And I could hear the soft sound of him breaking

When the day was slowly passing by
He looked at me and asked me why
The reason he will never know
But noticing he did really slow

He rolled his eyes up to the sky
Cursing the gods to which he cry
I went down on him and ripped his heart out
He looked at me and started to shout

It was terrible all this pain
On my soul it left a stain
But i told him it was something you need to do
When you find a person just like you

I looked down on him and the last word I said
I do not love you anymore, and so i fled

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  • 17 years ago

    by Normal is the Watchword

    I did not laugh at this poem, it was more ramblings that might be more fit in the miscellaneious section. You just need to add more to it : )

  • 17 years ago

    by PoetryHeart

    Very nce, wonderfully wrtten, shows emotion. keep it up! Love, Liz

  • 17 years ago

    by dana

    Very nice poem