Murder

Dark hair frames her face

Her eyes never shine light

Yet he turns from me to look at her

Leaving me in a hole of depression

My words leak on the page

Poor written, and anger filled

But none of that matters now

For I will make the kill

I imagine her face drained of blood

Her eyes forever shut

Her body six feet under

The remainder of my grudge

She doesn't know it now

But I will be her ending

And it doesn't count as murder

If the person has it coming 

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

It would be easier to drain her face full of blood if you removed the head. No? If it was off, you could stick it onto a stake and give it a couple of good twists for good measure until you hear it starts to rip. That's just the muscle getting caught up on the stake. If this person is hated, I don't think they'd be buried. Maybe removing limbs, and placing those limbs in the shape of the body on like the side of a barn, nailed upside-down. I liked the poem!! lol xoxo -Mark

[Patch Silver]

"and it doesn't count as murder,
if the person has it coming"
Clever justification there.
Short, clean and to the point. Great job!
But can I ask, is this about a self image that you have on yourself?

[Olivia Marie]

I don't think I understand your question?

[Rob Santana]

Oooooo,nice really like this write. Raw and brutal,good job.

[Olivia Marie]

Thank you :)