I hear the steady
Drip as the blood
Drips down the shaft
Of my hatchet
I hear the fearful
Screams when I
Walk into the next
Room chuckeling
I see the blood
Splatters on the wall
And I think about
What the others have done
I start to laugh and
Smile a little as I
Raise this hatchet up
Over my head
I hear the begging
I feel the fear as I
Swing it at this fucking
Bitch's neck
I watched her scream
And cry and plead for her
Life I stood there and I toyed
With each and every one of them
Until it was their time to die
A contest entry
- Poetic Death by Poetic Obscenity.
450 points, ended February 1, 2008, 18 entries
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Comments
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Mu hu aw aw aw aw, Nice..Juggalo i see. ^^
This is QUITE welcome in this contest.. Thank you for entering something DIFFERENT..then everyone else. Good luck. -
I love hatchets, so I love this poem, I think it would be great to put a hatchet through a bitch's neck, well, you know we don't have to stop at one bitch though. YEAH!!!! Let's go get them bitch's!!! I think that you and me should do our face paint and take a hatchet and go scare people, no I don't think I have enough energy for that. I do think it's a good idea though.
~Alix
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