Treble Murder.A Poem by NamelessBeast.Treble Murder.Her
tears fell, soft pure drops of sorrow. Beautiful and painful, they tugged at my
heart. I looked around us at the crimson mess. The red wine spills on the blood
red floor meant little when compared to the wax dripping upside down from the
candles place around the roaring fire. Slowly she raises her head, her
cornflower blue eyes looked at the mask in my dagger hand. She screams as I
push the soft silver of a knife between her ribs. A carbon copy of the
first girl. Tears fall from her sky blue eyes, like acidic rain drops falling
from a cloudless sky. I hold her head delicately between my fingers, she's
beautiful. Her blonde hair is covered in the crimson that flew from my knife
after I gave her mother a hug. My shirt is covered in blood, sickly sweet. I
taste it, running my tongue across the bloodied blade. Yum. She's beautiful. This one is different. She's got a pale pink colour to her cheeks, like the inside of a sea shell. I suppose it's only justice to kill the inside of the shell last, the youngest. I picked her up, her weight a comforting counterbalance to my bloody blade. She laughs as she rubs her face into the blood of her mother and sister. This pearl dances in my arms as the blue and red lights illuminate the wax dripping from the floor. © 2011 NamelessBeast. |
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