Choking under my grasp.
Gasping for every breath.
Trying to pull away, but to weak.
Just stop trying, it's getting only harder.
Bitch, you're going to die.
I can feel each slip of your pluse.
Then your eyes slowly fall.
Your heartbeat has ended.
I let go of my grip...
And let you fall to the ground
With a final thud.
You're finally dead.
I have finally killed you.
No longer can you cause harm.
No longer can you speak.
No longer can you walk.
No longer can you see.
And best of all...
No longer will you live.
I could use some good critizism on my poems, tell me what oyu disliked or liked about them. anything would help.
Comments
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awsome!!!!!!! dont feel to bad about it hun ill be rite there with you
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I think you repeat finally too many times. But other than that, good job! It's a great poem.
Much love, Wicked Lovely<3
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I like it let yo anger out n if its bout who i think its bout im rite there with u
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