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Death from the ashes,
life from the breath.
All evil is growing,
in sight of my death.
Darkness Sets in,
no light around.
Deep dark night,
my body is found.
In the head of my killer,
little voices he hears.
Bringing to life,
all of his fears.
What should he do,
how can he do this?
He knows he must,
but he can't miss.
Hate in his heart,
hell in his eyes,
Death his mask,
blood his disguise.
Gone crazy,
on this cruel earth.
Feels that life,
has no worth.
To hurt others,
his only dream.
To be the master,
of a world so mean.
He'll kill,
or be killed.
until,
his hunger filled.
Not to worry,
it won't take long,
Soon all the birds,
shall lose thier song.
On that shamed filled day
I pass him by.
So he decides,
I'm the reason why.
Grabbed me from behind
showed me knife
slowly sunk in
he ended my life.
Now the only,
voice he hears,
is mine
ringing in his ears.
- COMMENTS
Bridget69about 19 years agoAn insightful perspective into the motives and inner workings of a killer from the victim's point of view.
Anonymousabout 19 years agothat says a lot in few words and from an interesting perspective. The almost journalistic style, the lack of emotion to describe a horrible act lends power to this poem. Thanks for the read. :)
