Once again, I have gone for the kill.
The heat of the moment is over,
but my self-loathing remains.
I can feel the fresh blood on my lips,
staining them an eternal red
which not even the tears of God could wash away.
I silently beg forgiveness,
my blood tears falling upon his cold unfeeling face.
As I watch them slide down his cheeks,
mocking the tears he would never cry again
I curse myself.
Why could I not spare him?!
I fall to my knees, begging God for the rest
the boy now has;
that endless rest that I can only dream of.
At least he has that much,
all I have is my pain;
this dark, endless pain.
A contest entry
- For The Vampire Lovers! by VampyreAnna.
400 points, ended September 27, 2008, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I knew you could bring out the full potential in the poem! Great job! I love it like that!
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Ok, first I want to say, I love that you know how to puncuate. I find that to be a rare trait in poets, but your puncuation is great. I love the depression you put behind it. It's almost like I can feel the sadness the person in the poem is feeling and I really appreciate that because that is what I feel like poem should be about. You should be able to feel emotion in a really good poem. I feel like this is a very well written poem. The only thing I would suggest is rewording your beginning a little differently. "I have done it again." is a little blah to me.
Thanks for sharing and entering!
God bless,
♥Bri♥
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