Lying so peacefully,
She sat under the silver tree,
With razors and knives,
And blood in her eyes,
Singing the song of ambrosia.
She beckons with arms open wide,
Seeping blood, and should I comply?
The sick little girl just wishes to die,
And I just want to kill her,
But in a sweet loving murder.
Oozing underneath that queer tree,
The silver-floral glacial beast,
The insane little girl is staring at me,
On her arms, she licks the slits like candy,
I guess she's my own psychotic lover.
Pale in the moonlight,
Her pallid pallor is a horrifying sight,
Spent blades discarded at her feet,
Is she the perfect girl,
I'd love to meet?
Soul-mate, mine at last,
The consuming despair which leads to love,
Surrounds this girl like a thick musk,
How I'd love to shed her blood,
The crimson waters mingling with the dusk.
The darkness within me grins
Beneath the mask, his visage twists with glee,
This sweet little victim, drenched with blood,
How this sight of sights is a sight to see,
It fills me with darkness, the driving force.
The sight of discarded razors is a horror,
Yet it turns me on, in a sick, twisted fashion,
I wish to touch her flesh with her own used blades,
Slicing through arteries with a terrifying passion,
Letting her feel my rage.
This is the girl that I want to meet.
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Written June 24th, 2005
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Hey, this is a good poem. Some of the rhyme seemed a bit forced in a couple places but other than that, it flowed really well. I liked how you used imagery in this as well. It definitely made the piece seem real. I have heard about some of the comments and that that you have left people, and although I think some are harsh, I believe that you should be intitled to your own opinion. That's what poetry is all about right? Same with comments, you should be able to voice your own opinions on something and how you feel about a poem. That's why there is a box when you post something for "allowing critical comments". Anyways, this was a good piece!
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