I’m gonna fuck you up
And slit your throat.
Rip apart your blood stained coat.
Slice you up, so you can see;
How pathetic it is that you plea.
Hang you up like a piece of meat;
Your emotionless face looks so sweet.
I kneel down in this liquid hate;
The loss of which decided your fate.
As it drips to the floor,
The essence of your life.
I remember everything I saw,
I open my neck with the same tainted knife.
A contest entry
- Dark Poetry Lovers by SmokinHotWhiteTiger.
600 points, ended October 15, 2008, 18 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Very dark take, love the imagery here. Neat read, good luck in the contest
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Thank You For Entering
Beautiful! I got slammed by the moderator for asking for such a violent theme for this contest but I absolutely love this and how you wrote it! I felt that white hot madness that derangesd your mind when you go into that mindset and its incredible! I felt and saw within my own mind all of this taking place and I am slacked jawed at the beauty of this piece. any ways a kick ass poem and I love this. good luck in the contest
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