Murder Inside

Murder Inside

A Poem by LlamaLord
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Just some stuff I was thinking about when reading this book

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Blood running down the bare surface of my chest.
Freeing itself is the blood, flooding past my breast.
Red as the rose, it sweeps into my many pores.
Leaving a stain, that can only resemble yours.
Forever you will stay in my heart until its last pump.
The thick liquid brushing inside my veins. Thump.
Thump Thump goes my heart, pouring waste.
Who needs blood, when you're the only one to hate?
The coldness of a stainless steel knife. Welcome.
For the home and sincerity of true love, hasn't come.
Meet me in the depths of hell for the end of time.
For the rawness of your heart, makes this knife shine.
For the harshness of your love, makes these words rhyme.
So take with you everything. Leave nothing behind.
Our memories and our past emotions, you must fine.
I left them for you, not belonging to mine. My heart.
The dripping blood soon turns to a light red crust.
Sticking to the skin you touched. Filled with lust.
Eyes wide as the catastrophe itself, standing open.
The wound you see poisons your heart with pills.
Overdose. Just another way I've found, that kills.
But as I lie upon this prickling carpet of death,
know that you never treated me, like any of the rest.
Cold and bare. I wait for the return of restless vibes.
The color of your heart fades, seeing only stripes.
Learn to swim before you can dive.
Learn to love, before you take another life.
He'll show you how. The next victim you choose.
He will take you into his arms, only for you to abuse.
My crime scene of life ends with the agony of tonight.
People investigating the suicide, they surpass the knife.
What truly caused this flawless defeat, you ask.
Standing cold as stone, right before your feet. At last.
The answer.
Pain, sweet pain. Consume its many curses.
But to let it devour you seems insane. No further.

© 2008 LlamaLord


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Standing cold as stone, right before your feet. At last.
The answer.
Pain, sweet pain. Consume its many curses. - Wow! I loved this line, I mean this is so dark and full of grief and sorrow as if the lead character is so dejected and despondent that he had started to love that pain!
This is according to me, your best till date!
Awesomely awesome!!!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Standing cold as stone, right before your feet. At last.
The answer.
Pain, sweet pain. Consume its many curses. - Wow! I loved this line, I mean this is so dark and full of grief and sorrow as if the lead character is so dejected and despondent that he had started to love that pain!
This is according to me, your best till date!
Awesomely awesome!!!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

OMG! that was so amazing.

the intensity, and description!

what book was it?

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great! I love when you write like this. Its very raw and emotional, and I like how you just give up, and accept the fact that there is blood pouring out of your chest. Very matter of fact. I like that.

I really wanna know what inspired this. If you ever come across the book, tell me bout it. Sounds interesting. :)

Write more stuff like this, please :) Thank you...

-Jake

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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LlamaLord
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