My first killA Poem by LynLeeMy first kill
The thought was scary, At first, I thought I was, Insane. The first drop of blood, touching my finger, driving my mind, in a haze. At first my car, was only speeding down the road, but then you walked in front, blocking my way, surprising me, making sure that i'd hit you. I stopped and tried to move, but you moved as I did, and I hit you dead center, only, you weren't dead. You were breathing, you chest heaving. I ran to your side, with the blood gushing, I reached for my phone, but you screamed, "End my life! End it now! I deserve nothing! Kill me with this knife, it has history of my family and war. Kill me with honor." All I thought was, What is this dude thinking, He has honor of jumping in front of my car, And being hit? And now he's telling me to just stab him? Making sure that he dies with "honor"? I walked inside of my car. Good. I thought, It's still intact. I started it up, and looking at the guy in the road, I had tears in my eyes, What was I doing? Do I want to do this? Am I really meant for this? Then I thought, He told me to do this.
* * * I headed straight towards him. The guy's face before I hit him, was priceless. He now has no honor. * * *
I'm glad I met that guy. He helped me figure out, a new thing about my life. I'm good at killing. And now I read the papers, After all i'm always on the front page. © 2010 LynLeeAuthor's Note
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37 Reviews Added on May 15, 2010 Last Updated on May 15, 2010 AuthorLynLeeWhere I am free, VAAboutHola, me llamo LynLee. De donde es Earth. Me cumpleanos es Noviembre 24. Me gusta es escribir. Sorry had to practice my spanish somewhere. I'm LynLee. I'm fourteen and I am a writer. My best frien.. more..Writing
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