Plight

This is a poem may not completely make sense because it is based off of one of my characters who struggles with the fact that she has to basically kill others to survive, but please enjoy. :)

I pursued a pitiful,

Pointless life

Pinning prey and prying pricks

Picking and choosing

Posing to poison

A pike in my heart

As I pretended peace

Played piece by piece

Only to perceive my puzzle to pummel

A poke in my pupil

And plenty more pierces in my chest

As my previous prize

Became another prey

Just another piece of the pie

And I continued to pursue that pitiful, painful, pointless life

To peel apart a pure soul

Pumping out piles of blood

Piling unprotected hearts

Pages upon pages of pictures and profiles

Of unknown people

Pasted over with a bloody pen

The pressure of that essence

So precious to prolong my life

Pleading cries pulling at my chest

To STOP!

Until I pushed myself into a pit

Never to peer out again

At my pitiful, painfully pointless " 

Author's Note

Anything is good! Thanks much! ^^