Murderous Eyes

Virgin mouths drop words

With a false, proud grin

Spread across the oppressed face,

Whose hands itch to ring around

The speakers neck, 

Squeezing it with a murderous smile flashing

Behind the fake, barely tolerant smile.

Long nails dig in to the palms

Of the one filled with anger,

Sapping boiling blood from her veins,

Red ether dripping down between the fingers,

Splattering on to the man with the lax jaw,

Creating fear of the girl

Revealing murderous eyes.

Only then will they realize

It was a mistake that made them prey,

Taunting the girl whose body

Is the devils own machine,

For it was a clear mismatch

Made

In hell.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I felt the attitude in this one...
the scene is painted quite well...
what a finishing line...
in the ending of this passage...

[Riley Bray]

Thank you very much I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

you're welcome...