Drove Me To Kill

Sometimes we do something, with out knowing the consequanses... What follows is sometimes worse than the deed....

you come in the night
you say nothing
shouts, screams, you fill
me with absolute
rage...
my eyes bleed
the tears of sorrow,
I feel the clutch
of remorse, of guilt
of the hatred you fill
me with,
time heals no wound
wounds bleed fresh
from your cut,
the cold edge of
your knife.
Blood
drips
down
my
throat,
but you look at me,
with joy.
I see the fires of hate, the fires
of greed, the fires of self glorification
in your eyes.
A life-
so fragile in its skin-
doesn't matter to
you!
You made me cry
you made me scream
you made me who I am
you, you, yeah, you
drove me to kill...

Author's Note

I don't know if this is any good, I just let myself hit the keyboard and hope for the best!

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Very dark and passionate.
I think you did a good job caturing the rage and one's abiltiy to project or displace their anger on the ones they love.
Curiously, how do they make you feel when they are more pleasing to you, when your passion is full of love, of longing, of a fire that gives off a constant heat drawing your body into theirs, from a need to be as close as humanly possible??

[Dushyant Thadani]

well i must say that you've allowed your words to strike its effectiveness... Sometimes the best writing comes from anywhere... Great job man...

[Genie Mouland]

wow i really like your poem. Its easy to read and it rolls of the tongue beautifuly. well done :) x

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

I can relate to this ---well the message anyways. Wonderfully penned, great write!