This is a horror one and it's kinda demented.
Time stands still,
Nothing breaks the silence,
You smile at the creature,
Laughing at its defiance.
You slowly walk behind it,
Terrifying it, you hear it cry,
Every emotion being revealed,
For it knows it's going to die.
You laugh as it trips,
You grab it while it struggles,
Madness twinkles in your eye,
You few specks of sanity crumbles.
Lightning crackled ahead,
The light glinting on your knife,
Then red stains the ground,
As you end his pathetic human life.
YOU ARE READING
Journal Of The Fallen
Thơ caThis is a journal of poetry I've written over the years
