Hallway loaded, full of fear.Rage in every step I walk.
I see your body in the mist.Ready for your surprise.
Fun for all and none for him.He can escape if he tries.
I know he won't.I see his fear in his flesh.
My fit of rage leaves me standing there confused.
Was it love or was it hate. He slowly turns to see me.
I hide, only to be too late.
He starts to slouch and fall.His fit of dizzy spells weaken him to the floor.
Fall, fall, I hope he dies.The cyanide starts to kick in.
Burning his insides out.Slowly but painfully, shearing pain, ripping from inside, out.
I knew it would work.The following and stalking worked.
I managed to get the poisonous cyanide into his drink.
He now lay there trembling in pain, quivering in pain.
Dying a painful death,from a stalking one.
At last he drops his head, with the sounding yelp.
Laying there on the cold, paved alley way.
Mist filled air, reeked of pain,and misery.
Pain not felt the least.I walked up to the miserable lump of body mass.
I examined my handy work. My dream finally fulfilled.
I take one last look at my lost love.
I've done it for real, I've done this to my old love.
I began to weep in pain, I know I had to do it but why.
I begin to wipe my eyes, I think " I have to be strong".
Not letting the pain and crime get to me, I crouch.
Next to the body I crouch, examining the sunken eyes, and expression of fear,
pasted upon his face.I remove the garbage bag from my back pocket.
I begin to do my most feared task,hiding my love.
Carefully I open the bag,trying not to disturb the surroundings.
The bag is opened and now half filled with the body of my ugly crime.
I've made a mockery of myself.I had let the pain reach my once sane brain.
Tying the now full bag I plug my nose at the stench of the 10 minute old dead body.
I slow drag the now ripping plastic bag of body mass down the alleyway and on to the hill.
I have arrived at the old burial hill.
I've heard of the crimes covered up here and decided to give it a try.
Reaching the hill, I looked for the shovel I had placed against the tree earlier.
I found the shovel and began to dig the pit.Dumping the body , weeping strong.
I stood there on the hill in the wind, reeking of crime.
Slowly easing myself away, I left in search for my new toy.
For the deserved revenge of the painfully killing cyanide.
Author notes
I know a 10 minute old body probably doesn't smell...its just for the mood. a hallowed heart.
Written April 18th, 2006
A contest entry
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Nice poem with great emotion. Good luck in my contest!
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Very gruesome poem, did he deserve to die by cyanide?
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Blessed Be..
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thanks for finally commenting...i'm not mad....anymore
-Alana -
beautiful.
just amazing
thats it
u pissed off now?
thats how i comment k!!!!
blessed be
-chantel -
gosh...you people never learn
Haha thats so funny cause i don't label myself and i'm not "emo",emo is just a trend that i'd rather not follow.And i never said you had to care about it or read it, I never threatened to you that you had to read it and you had to care.And by the way, if you don't care about my poetry,then why am I still on your favourite list.well goodbye.
-Alana -
w/e i could care less bout some whiny emo chics poetry good bye
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Uh I think i've already realized that you are a jerk but there is a reason why people copy and paste parts of a poem,if its along poem you don't want people saying that they like that line in the third paragraph from the bottom.Forth line in and the last 3 words in the sentence,that just creates alot of confusion cause you then have to look for it.well i'd like to say thanks for your comment but seeing how i don't have a reason to say so, i won't.bye.
-Alana -
soon everyone will come to find im a jerk but honestly why would u have to copy and past it you could just say i liked the part about..... it sounds more real w/e though none my buss bye
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uh...thanks for the comment but what do you mean by : "instead of trying to suck ass to a "friend" by copying and pasting lines from the poem YOU wrote"for some reason this comment bothers me.And i think you should know that the person who comment first on this poem,and commented like a "professional" critic, happens to be my best friend,who i had asked for honest feedback.And honest feedback would mean that it would be something honest.Instead of commenting how someone else commented,try saying something about the poem itself.
-Alana
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y does everyone on here comment like professional critcs? cant they just say " i liked your poem: instead of trying to suck ass to a "friend" by copying and pasting lines from the poem YOU wrote? i mean hell you typed it you should know whats in it! gar oh well i liked the poem, sounds like something i wanted to do rtto an ex of mine -
Blessed Be..
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Thanks for the comment.lol funny of course you have to start singing .
-Alana -
and yes, a 10 minute old dead body doesn't smell....
depends on the cause of death....
But if he was poisoned by cyanide (SAY GOODBYE TO THE HEARTS YOU BREAK AND ALL THE CYANIDE YOU DRANK)...but i don't think it would smell if there was no blood....
-unleash the bats
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