I approached him in his sleep
With a knife over his head
This is all I've ever dreamed
I push the knife against his neck
When his eyes open wide
I glide it across his wrinkled skin
Like rain, I am showered with blood
Foam at the mouth
Like bubbles in a bath
Frail hand weakly grip my arm
Old eyes greying as time passes
No longer as piercing as the past
The fear they arose once before
Only cause fury once more
That now no longer lasts
A puzzle, intricate and complex
His death finally leading me to relax
After a life lived for revenge
I seep into the darkness again
Inspiration: conquering the past and a part of my self that held me down for years.
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Life
PoetryA collection of poem's written about events, feelings, thoughts, and emotions. Like a diary to vent out a part of ourselves that no one will every know about; the poems are simply an attempt to capture the most unusual and abstract aspects of the hu...
