your death

0 Comments

Tags:
  • Death
  • ,
  • Murder

    your death

    killing you softly
        is something i refuse to do
               i want to watch you suffer
                     and show you the meaning of brutality.

    you ripped my heart out
        and broke it into pieces
             youll never live to regret it
                   because i shall torture you to death

    i wrestle you to the ground
       and hold the chloroform rag to your face
           you stop your meaningless struggling
               and i tie your unconcious body to a chair

    you slowly come around
        unaware of who holds you captive
               duct taped shut is your mouth
                    and a blindfold over your eyes

    i unsheath the knife
       in my back right pocket
          and slowly drag it up your arm
                exerting just enough pressure to bring you pain

    you scream in agony
        and i slice deeper into your skin
             you bleed ever so profusely and disgustingly
                 you scream even louder, your pain even more evident

    but your screams are muffled by the tape...

    i decide to let you beg for your life
         so i remove the tape from your mouth
               and you plead with me "please stop" and
                   "let me live" how excruciatingly pathetic

    i tell you that i will kill you
       and you shall not die by any pleasant manners
                and my time to kill you was now
                      because i hate what you've made me become

    you wont shut up
         so to stop your cries
             i raise the blade to your throat
                and slice as deeply as possible

    i hit my mark
       and a river of red
         spills oh so quickly
             from your treacherous throat

    i hear your final cry of death
         i feel your body sag in the chair
             and you exhale
               your final breath

    i have accomplished
       my distasteful goal
          and no longer shall you
              haunt my dreams

    goodbye detestable creature
       i hope you rot in hell

    Poem Comments

    (0)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    emokid’s Poems (55)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    My Fears 1
    When I first met you 1
    All I feel is hate 0
    We'll always be together 0
    I cut myself for you 0
    This Pain 0
    I hate you 0
    I Need You 0
    What they sees 0
    The Best Night Ever 0
    Killing You 0
    Being Together 0
    Killing You 0
    What Used To Be 0
    When I think of you 0
    The stalking and suffering 1
    Save me 0
    Him 0
    all week long 0
    I'm Sick 0
    waiting for you 0
    Blending in 0
    Don't let them kick you while you're down 0
    Just one more cut 0
    How do i pray? 0
    My friend James 0
    my heart 0
    You 0
    Leaving you behind 1
    My Best Friend Ben 0
    i blame you 0
    My Life now 0
    your heaven 0
    the smallest price to pay 0
    this is your decision 0
    At Your Convenience 1
    Nixon, my muse 0
    the life she lives 0
    our love 0
    shadows 0
    us 0
    your death 0
    the vampire 0
    reminders of you 0
    My Lost Love 0
    Satan's Smile 1
    Emotions 0
    finding someone better 0
    Them 0
    You can never hate 0
    love 0
    it 0
    and yet i wonder 0
    ... 0
    emo kids rule 0