He whispered in my ear at night. Things that placed me in fright.
I sit there in all of my fears. My pillow soaked in tears.
I cry for a while. Then I start to smile.
My so called demon. Now my friend, but only i can see him.
I walk out in the street for my first victim. Finding a random guy. With a knife i stick him.
In the side, pulling hard until his body starts to divide.
My legs starts to wobble. my tears start to fall.
Here I am standing. A madman smile spread across my face. Looking like and oddball.
Bringing the knife to my tongue I lightly lick the tip. Laughing as soon as the blood touches my lip.
My eyes grow wide from the rush within. Fogive me.. I think not. I enjoy these sins.
The adrenaline my power. The fright my fuel. Up and Up, my insanity does tower. Between sane, and insane. My insanity won the duel. Now i walk in silence, blade in sheath. Until i lay the next person down to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem