Water dripping off his face,
My eyes wide with panic,
Thinking, wondering how he could have survived.
Mud and blood dripping off his body,
Thinking when I pushed him,
Off that cliff,
That he'd surely die.
Seeing him the way he is,
Rage burning to the very core,
Of his now broken black heart.
Remembering how I told him I hated him,
Then told him to die,
Then I pushed him, Then the waves of black took him away.
I saw him die, die, die,
How could he be alive, standing before me now?
Eyes wide with fear,
His heart not even beating,
He really is dead,
He really wants to kill,
Me as well.
Darkness playing though out his expressions,
I had to beat the clock,
His game has only begun for me...
Author notes
Hope you enjoy, sorry I am not that very good at poetry!
A contest entry
- True Darkness by Blissfullhatred.
1300 points, ended December 2, 2009, 19 entries
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