poems of a psychopath.

i felt kinda murderous and crazy today, good thing i didn't go to school...

i watch her

with bloodshot eyes,

the jet black hotel mirror

speaks to me

in riddles

 

what is darker than black,

brighter than white,

moves like a liquid,

but feels like a solid

 

i feel her heartbeat

under the lacy white dress

between her nearly perfect breasts

but they are too dark.

 

so i slice them open,

and watch her ecstatic eyes

caught in the throes of her pain and death,

as i lift out her jelly-like heart,

and kiss it.

 

and i sit and watch as the

twin orbs are stained beautiful red,

so absorbed in their vividity,

that i don't notice

the sound of sirens

 

Reviews

[razormuse]

Excellent write. At times the best poems & thoughts come from our darkest of places. Things we would NEVER do in real life. I suppose thats what makes writing so enjoyable. Defiantly a dark & morbid write..but hey, we all have it in us.

[Ruth]

To become lost in such a manner of darkness.....very clever love and a little disturbing....sirens? Hmmm.....that is an image that sticks, not hearing them, lost in the act lol Great poem hon xx

[Abbie]

wow!,thats very different were did the insparation for that one come from? but either way a great write