Grueling Contempt

Written for a contest... the best horror

Shot between the eyes,

By someone you know,

What a surprise,

Midnight waits for my return

To take revenge on the one that wants to hurt

Shadows cast, with moonlit night

As I stretch my way into your bedroom this night,

Laying there in your bed,

I see your soul

Reaching forward I rip out your mind,

Stomping it to the ground,

While you scream,

My mind is filled with excelleration,

I try to hold, to the truth of reality,

But who's to say?

In the midnight, hour of all those who desire sin,

I watch and wait until I get my way,

Then I strike,

Powerful and without remorse,

Show you that you will never get another girl again,

You know what I say?

You're dead today!

It's twelve o One past midnight,

You lay,

Bloodless there is no way to say what your died from,

A Mystery that will always be profound,

Just the claw marks,

Upon your very soul...

Don't make me say... it's what you did, to the others

Taking their own revenge.

Author's Note

For the horror in me, and a writers contest.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

Geeeezz ! I sure hope you never get
upset with me.

This is a great poem, but it is one of
unbridled hate and revenge.
Scarey !

My rating ---- 100 %

----- Eagle Cruagh

[Lady]

Well, this would be a great warning label for women to carry around!

For me, this piece turned out to be a guilty pleasure - a mixture of horror and exciting thrill.
I loved it, and I shall definitely keep an eye out for more of your work.

Lady