let my knife
take your life
let your soul be torn away
because its you im bound to slay
see whats in store
tear you open and pull your insides out and onto the floor
let my hate burst
you will be my first
your throat open wide
in the cold blood i confide
the crimson looks black in the moonlight
a full moon to idolize your plight
your blank stare
holds a terror that i cant share
i am stonger then you
ive killed you now im invincable
fear is not a weakness that i possess
i see a maggot in your head, beggining to infest
been standing over your corpse for a couple days now its getting hot
your flesh is turning colors and starting to rot
the humid air is intensifying the smell
such a disgusting scent to match a hidious shell
the hating in my mind is gone now
seeing all your insides covering the ground...i cant wonder how
ive more then taken my anger out on you
ive bottled up my lifes anger and it only grew
until one day i tripped over something full of shame
waiting for the day and the day came
such a pathetic little thing
your soul hanging by a simple bloody string
so i hung you upside down
and slit your throat, on your own blood you will drown
let it all bleed
its what i need
i look up at the darkened sky
and i wonder what it was like for you to slowly die
were you filled with fear?
at the last second did you realize what you should hold dear?
hitting and abusing the ones that show you affection
look in the mirror what do you see in the reflection
i see a ghost waiting to be set free
a cry in the dark, a plea
so i did it, i helped it out
i heard it scream i heard it shout
i did horrable things to you, things i will not tell
the things i did probebly make you look forward to hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are a scary mother*ucker. you should give Quentin Tarantino a call you two could create some serious fear... forget my sweet dreams tonight... passionate..haunting write