life on the run.
for killing. homocides.
takes their toll on my soul.
my sanity.
yes. you all think i'm sick
twisted and mental.
but few understand.
from first impressions.
prejudice.
there is a reason behind.
my hate for humanity and life.
beaten and bashed. hurt and abused.
were the only memories of my childhood.
fearing going to school.
where they made fun of me.
when i cried.
and told when i confided them.
fearing coming home from school.
where mum was beaten by dad.
and mum took it out on me.
i was beaten by dad too.
and raped and by my brothers.
no confidence. no soul.
i left school and found 'love'.
barb wire relationships.
he was always drunk. and abusive.
black eyes. and black souls.
i had had enough. and one day i snapped.
i stabbed him through the heart.
to match my own wounds.
but mine was fixable.
temporarily.
by taking someone else.
a lesser in my power.
for my to torture.
but i hide.
and my soul is dead.
reflects upon me.
i am so different.
i am a killer.
a lament for recreational homocides.
so walk in the alley.
you see a silver glint.
pale white skin.
come play with me.
Author notes
i picked option 3. http://dastafiz.deviantart.com/art/come-play-with-me-29342738. i based this poem on facade too. but its kind of what happens after she snaps.
Comments
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I like this write
but to remove you for that reason, come on now judge,
thats a bit harsh.
Keep it up
Ken
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um there is no option three and I asked that poems have a maxium of 40 lines this has 55 if you want to enter a diffrent poem thats fine but I am going to have to remove this from the contest sorry
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Chilling, and cold
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wow...this was great...i loved it.
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