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Array ( [sid] => 147673 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => red mist [time] => 2009-01-27 15:31:44 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Walking down the Dallas streets
My hatchet beside me
A thick fog dimmed the street lights
And I knew no one could see me
The sent in the air was arousing
There is nothing like
The sent of a young womans blood
I let my nose guide the way
But the fog made it hard to track
which way it was coming from
But I found her
Sitting on a bench in the park
As if she was waiting
Waiting for me to take her
I did just that
To my house in the shady side of town
Down to my basement
Where I tied her up to a chair
I went for my tools
My chainsaw, my rusty dagger
And of course my hatchet
She was so frightened she fainted
So I waited for her to wake
And when she came to
Looking at me crying
Face red with fear
She asked me why she was here
I said I want her blood
I chose my tool carefully
And picked up my hatchet
She cried for her life
"No, please. I want to...."
CHOP
In mid cry my hatchet came down
And here head fell to the floor
And the blood sprayed from her neck
I leaned over and soaked my face
In the red mist [comments] => 3 [counter] => 283 [topic] => 59 [informant] => nightwolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
red mist

Contributed by nightwolf on Tuesday, 27th January 2009 @ 03:31:44 PM in AEST
Topic: psychoticpoems



Walking down the Dallas streets
My hatchet beside me
A thick fog dimmed the street lights
And I knew no one could see me
The sent in the air was arousing
There is nothing like
The sent of a young womans blood
I let my nose guide the way
But the fog made it hard to track
which way it was coming from
But I found her
Sitting on a bench in the park
As if she was waiting
Waiting for me to take her
I did just that
To my house in the shady side of town
Down to my basement
Where I tied her up to a chair
I went for my tools
My chainsaw, my rusty dagger
And of course my hatchet
She was so frightened she fainted
So I waited for her to wake
And when she came to
Looking at me crying
Face red with fear
She asked me why she was here
I said I want her blood
I chose my tool carefully
And picked up my hatchet
She cried for her life
"No, please. I want to...."
CHOP
In mid cry my hatchet came down
And here head fell to the floor
And the blood sprayed from her neck
I leaned over and soaked my face
In the red mist




Copyright © nightwolf ... [ 2009-01-27 15:31:44]
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Re: red mist (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 28th January 2009 @ 12:06:22 PM AEST
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crikey, now that's dark! how unbelieveably callous and evil, but what great writing!

-phil


Re: red mist (User Rating: 1 )
by SaintzAndSinnerz on Monday, 2nd February 2009 @ 01:43:45 PM AEST
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I hope this isn't a true story


Re: red mist (User Rating: 1 )
by nightwolf on Thursday, 5th February 2009 @ 07:43:32 AM AEST
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its not. i just enjoy writing psychotic poems and stories




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