How easy it was to sneak into your house.
There you lay in a deep slumber, the thought comes to my head.
A few brief moments and you will be dead.
I leave the room, and wander through the house with the thought of what I have become and what I must do. Ohh how easy it will be to rip your flesh apart.
I run with great vigor back to your room and open the door.
Raising the knife knowing if I do this my humanity is gone.
The knife is now held high above my head, my hands are tense and a twinkle in my eye.
I bring down the knife it cuts through your flesh, the tearing, and ripping, and screams of beautiful horror!
I smile and laugh about taking your life, and how easy it was.
Post poem explanation
I am not really homicidal, I am just hard core into horror. Just wanted to clear that up. Thanks for taking the time to read it.
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