All you had to do was leave
But it seems that now you must die.
It would be so much easier to go
Than to prove your failure to comply.
But now that you've defyed me
In my hands, I hold your fate
I guess you could call it a priveledge
To see the true meaning of hate.
And every scream you choke on
Is one closer to meeting the reaper
For with every sound you make
I will cut you that much deeper.
I hope you rot forever, now
Under a blanket of dirt
I guess it's too late to tell you
I'm not someone you should have hurt.
A contest entry
- Bhoooo!!! by Xx Luna xX.
450 points, ended January 14, 2008, 9 entries
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I guess you could call it a priveledge
To see the true meaning of hate.
Great lines
Dark bliss, wonderful poem!
I really enjoyed reading this. I like feeling of Revenge you have captured.
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