Mercy
An interesting subject
To kill or have mercy
Is what I need to decide
This man has killed
He has no mercy
Yet his violet eyes beg for it
When his death is near
Will I grant him his life?
Or end him now?
My dagger to his throat,
I contemplate
More will suffer
If this man lives
But can I live with myself
If I murder this murderer?
I grip the dagger tighter
My instinct to protect
Roars to life
And the decision is made
He looks into my eyes
And sees my choice
He cries out
Deaf to my ears
As I slice
The dagger across his throat
And he falls to the cobblestones
Taking his last breath
The murderer has been murdered
But I feel something strange
A darkness spreading over me
I breathe deep and close my eyes
Blue changes to violet
I open my eyes slowly
I am the killer.
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Poems :)
PoetryA multitude of poems that I've written. They don't have that much real structure, but I don't care.