Murder Murder.

Murder murder, run for your life
Beware of the man, behind the knife


With eyes so dark, and a burden to fight
His fist won’t kill, but his gun just might

 

He once grew up as a man of deep pride
But still he fought, a battle inside

 

Each day he woke, a bruise he earned
Pain was a lesson, he quickly learned

 

Desire for death, for simple relief
Surrounded each day, by burden and grief

 

His father was a drinker, the devil in disguise
A punching bag, his son would become

 

Murder murder, was what he feared
But with a gun, he’d be revered

 

With a gun, he could defend
With a gun, his soul could mend

 

Bruises still cover, his shaking arms
As he holds the gun, high and proud

 

Pulls the trigger, and ends your life
All because, of his own strife

 

Just like his victim, he’s felt the pain
The murder, the murder, he can’t explain

 

Murderer, murderer, run for your life
Escape yourself, with the knife

 

Blood surrounds, your dying heart
And just like you, he falls apart


The murder, the murder, his only game
He can escape, when he takes aim

 

He’s as much the victim, as me and you
Knows what his prey, is going through

 

Murder murder, run for your life
Beware of the man, behind the knife


With eyes so dark, and a burden to fight
His fist won’t kill, but his gun just might

 

Reviews

[ape domenigoni]

This is freakin awesome, I really love it. The only part that threw me off while reading it was: His father was a drinker, the devil in disguise
A punching bag, his son would become


Just because it didn't flow as well as the others, but really good work!

[Signet]

very nice and simply great! You very nicely portrayed the feelings and the past of a murderer. Great work!

[Lunar Lightning]

Very nicely done! I absolutely loved it! I could SEE the poem as pictures in my head, which I absolutely love in a poem. At first I could see a man with dark, wild eyes walking a dark and damp street with a knife in hand and a gun in his pocket, obvious pain on his face and in his walk. Then I saw a flashback of him in a nicer enviroment and nicer clothes without the weapons but pain still evident in every aspect of his being. It soon went back to the man in the darkness and then to killings and flashbacks of childhood beatings. Very nicely written indeed.

Luna