Killer's Lament

 

my heart is hollow; an empty shell
 
my eyes have wept a million tears
 
my soul is laden in lament
 
I exist in a demon's hell
 
from a past of sin
 
cast in iron cement
 
 
my love's face haunts my night dreams
 
my  gun still smells fresh of his spilt blood
 
my guilt consumes my thoughts it seems
 
I've no recourse
 
to repent
 
and slowly an island of misery is what I glean
 
 
my mind is gone and left
 
my memories; a blanket of gloom
 
my body way too long has slept
 
I cannot awake
 
nor can i escape
 
this terror of a killer's doom

 
 
 

Author's Note

Of course I offed him~ Killer that I am; lol

Reviews

[Sean M. Addams]

love the darkness in this alot ... the imagery in this leaps right out at you and pulls you in hard.... awesome job on this... fav lines..my love's face haunts my night dreams

my gun still smells fresh of his spilt blood

my guilt consumes my thoughts it seems

I've no recourse ............................................. awesome !!

to repent

and slowly an island of misery is what I glean

[Ashley]

Very nice. I love it and it does match the picture :)

[Sheila Kline]

OMG....Fran Marie the whacker!....done killed him off!
Great pic, and intense write! JUST LOVE IT as the tension and excitement builds from line to line!
I am looking over my shoulder now!...smiles

[deeps]

This is awesome! I like this alot.
I sense a sense of rush and excitement in this.
Has me thinking you are waking up from a bad nightmare.
Well written Fran you are one amazing writer.

P.S. Love the picture.