I know you want to hear the sound
Of flesh hitting the walls
And feel the pain you cause yourself
Through someone else’s remorse.
I know you like the way that I
Have tied you to your bed
I know you want to taste the blood
That’s seeping from your head.
I know you like it
You’ve said before
So why do you scream
When I tell you there’s more ?
Die like you mean it
You always welcomed death
Die like you mean it
I’m pulling the trigger to your head.
Author notes
Option 1 "die like you mean it"
A contest entry
- Die Like You Mean It by High-on-Death.
300 points, ended April 20, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
