This is a weird poem that I randomly thought up. I call it "Had I Known"
*Had I known that this would be my last day, I would have said Goodbye, I would have said I loved you. Out the door I go, into the cold into the fog, into deaths hands. If I had known that the man we heard about on TV that night was out and about. If I had known, I might of not been here right now lying in a puddle of my own blood, cloths ripped slits in my wrist and throat goshing with blood. Gasping for air, eyes growing wet, and foggy by the second. A figure from far away is seen is it that man? Has he come back to end this cruel joke he has played, if you could even call this a game. Tampering with other peoples lives. I can't die here. Not here, not now. I have so much to live for so much for my parents to be proud about. I kick at his crouch hoping to make him fall. A scream of pain escaping his mouth. The figure falls forward then trys to get up slowy trying to say something I heard just a faint echo. I could not hear there voice for my thoughts were all a blur I reach for the knife left behind from the last time, I jab the figure serverl times in the gut then once in the throat to end the the life of someone so full of hate. My eyes are clear now, I look to the corpse to only see that I am the killer and that it was merely just a little boy. He wished to help me perhaps, see if I was alright, and I jabbed him to death killing him and his pure life...goodnight...goodnight...goodnight...*
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[.Beautiful Lies.] · Sun Aug 28, 2005 @ 07:22am · 1 Comments |