Psychotically YoursA Poem by The Devil's Own B***hWhy did you have to care?Do you see her Just lying there? Do you see the blood In her once blonde hair? Can you believe That you once loved that face? Oh, the horror, Such a disgrace. Her body, mutilated and broken Way beyond repair, Lies there wrapped in bloody sheets. Damn, why did you have to care? This would never have happened If you had chosen me. I couldn’t stand watching you love her, Can you not see? I hated her pretty little face, That perfect white smile! I hated everything about her, Her damn legs that went on for miles! So I crushed in that face With a swing from my bat. Oh she screamed – She didn’t like that! Then I stabbed her chest Around fifty times, maybe more. Then I stabbed another time, Just to settle the score. Watching her blood Seep deep into the sheets, I knew this b***h Had come to her defeat. Looking at the woman You once called “the one”, I stuck my hand in my pocket And pulled out my gun. I blew out What was left of her brains. Oh the beauty As your walls it stained. Before I left I wrote a little note on the door: I signed off my artwork “Psychotically Yours”. Copyright©JosieWentzel18August 2008
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5 Reviews Added on September 5, 2008 AuthorThe Devil's Own B***hRoodepoort, South AfricaAboutMy name is Josie and I am what people term 'weird'. I love my poetry; reading; writing; and being miserable. I know, that sounds odd, but misery is what I know and enjoy most in life. It's been a b.. more..Writing
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