Poem Collection

Red

WARNING: Graphic Death

My hands are red.

My head is spinning.

My knees are quaking.

My breath is shaking.

I know what I did.

The bed is bloody.

The floor is stained.

The sheets are ripped.

Death has gripped.

A life has gone.

Her breath, vanished.

Her life is drained.

Her skin is pale.

Her death, a fail.

Made by my name.

I need more.

My hands crave it.

My mind is sore.

My life feels like lore.

The urge is getting near.

I will never be satisfied.

Forevermore...

The girl is red like never before.

The blood has soaked her to the bone.

My mind will never stop craving...

I leave with my hands shaking.

I travel out into the cold night.

Too late I see the red and blue lights.

A straightjacket.

Shackles.

No more death.

Goodbye...

See you on the other side.