The Kill

I sit here in my prison cell,

This state of mind that I call hell,

I think of you, your hateful ways,

and all that planning all those days.

What went wrong in my mind?

What gave it away? The homicidal sign,

Murder was just too easy to pass,

To make your next breath be your last.

Your scream was music to my ears,

Your pain was my joy, my joy your tears.

Blood was running rivers in the room.

The one place in this hell now is a tomb.

I enjoyed it, yes. Cry? I could not.

I would have left your lifeless body to rot.

I feel no shame, it was the right thing to do.

I spent the best day of my life Killing You.

The End

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