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[title] => Senseless Murder
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[bodytext] => Restrained and beaten, At the mercy of a maniac. I awake Engulfed in darkness, In a room Smelling of death I can see nothing Nothing but my thoughts The horrid feeling The one nobody can describe The one you feel right before death Is growing uncontrollably As i try to break my bonds Unsuccessfully i give up My rage mixed with helplessness Comes out in a series of screams Out of nowhere, I begin to hear the killer Coming to end me Who is this man? Why am I hear to die? The footsteps grow louder As he approaches the door And slowly opens it He doesn't turn on the light I lie here Anticipating my death As i begin to feel His presence drawing nearer Unknown emotions appear Without hesitation He swings a knife into my side I am aware every second Feeling every inch That he rips It even seems that I can even feel the blood As it showers out I scream, A scream filled with hate and pain Mercifully, he finishes the opening Not even bothering to remove the blade He fills a wine glass with my blood And sets it aside Suddenly, light appears out of nowhere I can see the killer, he is a complete stranger Surprisingly, he is fat His face burnt and deformed The light, as quickly as it came Suddenly goes back to darkness The blood still gushing out of me, My emotions all turn into horror As i feel his tongue Enter into my wound, I can feel every lick My screams intensify As i hear and feel him Desperately licking my inside As he removes his head from my side My relief is indescribable But also short lived As he finally removes the knife from my side He seems to take pleasure from screams As he starts to laugh I know my end is near I even wish to meet death Finally, this man Lowers the knife and stabs it Into my neck, Violently ripping it down into my chest I start to taste the blood As the darkness grows more intense I can feel him frantically riping and forcing the knife Through every space in my body Finally, my agony ends Death comes, his dark robe Comforts me He reaches his hand To my mutilated corpse And the he beckons to me I feel all my energy come again as i rise I follow death out of my tomb We walk side by side Into the afterlife [comments] => 5 [counter] => 207 [topic] => 13 [informant] => blacksabbath026 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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