Taking him down in the rage I feel,
slipping my hands around his throat.
I squeeze with all my power, force and anger.
Tighter and tighter as he gasps for air,
enjoying every moment watching his life slip away.
It is a rush to feel the power I have.
Slowly he becomes limp and I remove my hands,
He should have never threatend my family.
A contest entry
- 'killer instinct' by second-born.
600 points, ended September 14, 2007, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Gawd this is too scary; hope you never have to go there
All right, I believe you can do it. (shiver)
Just take things one breath at a time, don't screw it.
If you step out too far you might lose it.
Sanity.
A life time to find, what can be lost in an unguarded moment.
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Wow this is very angry and emotional. I guess we have all felt this way from time to time. Nice poem Will.
Love ya
Guin
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Wow, very good!!
It captures that perfect seething rage at the thought of anyone hurting a family member. Very well-written. Short, sweet and very much to the point. Mess with my family and face my wrath. I like it. Keep up the amazing work. T.S.
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Awesome. I think everyone at some point has WANTED to do that. I know I did for a long time, and still do, to one person in particular.
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congratulations on your well-earned shiny!
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Powerful… some said that if you love someone you are ready to die for them…but I disagree with them…if you love someone then you must ready to kill for them…this poem was an excellent reminder of that…I liked the ‘killer instinct’ of this poem…someone who would threaten my family would definitely end up as a cold carcass…
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