To Kill Her

I want to be just like my mommy when I grow up.

 

I'm going to be an al-co-hol-ICCC.

 

Or maybe not..

 

I'll try my best,

Try to stay away,

But it's never going to work,

Because, honestly,

I love the boozy, woozy, happy, hazy

Feeling,

Floating, like I'm flying.

 

Wine and biscuits,

Honestly, it's the way to go,

Unless of course, You've got beats (Beating up)

Inside your head,

Then,

Try shooting (up) --

Sorry -

Shots.

 

The world is getting

Darker, I'm not sure if that's just

Me,

Or is the sun

(Gone) going down?

 

I can't make this go

to    g

 

 

Ether -

 

I don't under--

 

Stand?

 

Please,

 

Take her away,  

(No. NO damn you, DON'T YOU DARE)

 

Please,

 

My hands are shaking.

 

Spaced

Out.

SHOUT!?!

(cry?)

I can't hear you,

But I

KNOW                     (now, I should)

 

To kill her

 

Isn't the answer.

Author's Note

This spawned from something that was actually going to be happy and I'm not really sure what I think of it, so would love opinions (as always) xx

Reviews

[Cassidy Mask]

i love your messed up poems. And by that i don't mean the poem is messed up.. but the protaganist.... or whatever :P i'm too tired for making sense xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

[Apathy To Empathy]

The first couple of lines caught my attention and lured me in. :)

[EMP]

i love how this was going to be happy but it wasn't. i do that all the time! i loved this, the interesting layout, everything. this is a crap review but i love this.