I looked into your ocean green eyes,
Your face was distorted in pain,
A look of pleasure on my own,
A weapon laid by my feet,
One that was thought to be only ornamental,
Though it had cut through wood years before,
The axe that I used to hack into your spine,
Bathed in red,
The blood pooling by my feet,
My boots dipped in your blood as you let out your last miserable breath
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A Little Too Gruesome Perhaps?
PoetryThis is just some of my more gruesome poetry, a lot of the poems describing murder scenes. Read at your own risk
