A painful grip rests around your throat
fearful ropes bind you by the feet
your out of blood for you to choke
and the sent of death of which this room reeks
Flashing lights outside your window
sparkling in your long dead eyes
the reason for this lovely death
has long but passed them by
Down the street to your mothers house
her head lies in the sink
you, your mother and your spouse
have pushed my nerves to their brink
Your child lay awake
four weeks after her birth
above her chest waits a stake
she'll die without the pain of hurt
Her legs lying on the floor
her arms pinned to the wall
killing this soon to be whore
before she has a chance to crawl
Her insides rest in the trash
her head lay on the pillow
beaten, battered and thrashed
gives death the signal to go
Your family once disgusted me
now they all lay scattered across Shady Lane
i love to say this is how it has to be
i no longer have to listen to your useful pain
Author notes
Written October 20th, 2003
A contest entry
- Twisted Poetry by .
253 points, ended January 1, 2001, 7 entries
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Oh wow, even the kid! Very evil! (which equals very good)
My favorite lines are
"your out of blood for you to choke" and "i love to say this is how it has to be"
Your words are very appreciated.Just one question: what's with Shady Lane? It's a cool street name and I'm just curious.
Anyway once again a nice piece. If you want to write another one tell me -I think I'll get rid of that "only 3 poems" rule. Your poems are fun to read.
-Keela -
this one isnt all that great..... but its a poem i guess
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