"Blood," she whispered silently,
Looking at her victim intently.
Trying to convey her emotions,
As she tortured him spontaneously.
"IS THIS LOVE TO YOU?!" he hissed.
By the tone of his voice, he is pissed.
The lady glared, annoyed by his words,
"YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND!" her voice rose.
Both of her hands are soaked with blood.
She didn't mean to torture her dearest lad.
It's just her way of living;
To kill someone without her knowing.
She swung the dagger across his neck,
Leaving no sign of hesitation nor speck.
His head flew across the room,
It is the end of his doom.
She stared at his lifeless body,
Thinking that this is the end of his misery.
"if anyone tries to ridicule the way I live,
I'll torture him," she said as she leaves.
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This poem was written by me. :3 And... this is my murderous side. I tend to read a lot of brutal stories and ended up writing this. And... it was written a year ago. I wanted to pass this as a requirement in English I but decided not to. Because, it's too... you know what I mean. XD Anyways, enjoy! :D
-SamanthaBruno
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