Beating
By poet0angel
Streams of blood run down my face. Cold shivers of fear arise. My knife drops to the floor. Hatred starts to eat me alive. My heart stops and my lungs explode. I must finish the task today. All darkness in me takes over my body. It's time to end and stop the delay. How can I live in such a cruel place? Stab them once hear them scream. Stab them twice end their dreams. Drown them in their own pool of blood. Shatter their hopes and their love. Maybe they'll see the white light, or maybe I will. Fighting an urge that is driven to kill. Oh god why am I this way? In the end will it pay? Forget the knife and forget the blood. Beat them in the face like the others does. Dead if I do and dead if I don't. Life is not fair but I'll get to the point. Every day someone wishes they'll die. But every person I continue to despise. Written September 3rd, 2001 © on Sep 03 2001 03:44 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Streams of blood run down my face...."