Horrible Silence - Poem by SlitMy Throat
i lay here tonight in a dark silent room,
feeling only pain and uncontrollable gloom,
pictures of blood flash in my head,
pictures of you lying on the floor dead.
Never to come and mess up my life,
i smile as i wip the blood from my knife,
your darkened red blood spills out on the street,
your colden heart stop dead in its beat,
i think back to all the pain and hurt,
As i cover your body and spit on the dirt.
From you and your game i can no longer run,
and me killing you was my turn for fun,
oh how they'll cry and oh how they'll weep,
But i know their sorrow is only skin deep.
As i turn to walk down the cold empty street,
i walk to the rhythm your heart used to beat,
i think back to you lying dead on the floor,
and i smile knowing your heart beats no more! !
By Faye Deal (My Real Name)
half past eight pm
Tuesday 24th January 2012
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