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[aid] => mick
[title] => Perfect Murder
[time] => 2004-01-17 15:07:07
[hometext] => This is a really dark poem, and is kinda weird and I reckon its got a good twist, so do it justice, and take your time reading it...
[bodytext] => I slip away into the night, Holding that steel-gray knife, Hiding behind the bushes, Of an old broken house, My cold arm twitches, I creep in like a mouse, My heart beats so fast, Thoughts invade my head, Thoughts from the past, Images of the dead. Its so dark inside, Darkness surrounds me, Pleanty of places to hide, Zero Visibilty; prey unable to see, Perfect conditions tonight, To kill again for pleasure, To regain my sight. I hear a sound, Its from the top floor, Thinking I'd be found, I hide behind a door. Footsteps, so lound and clear, whispering silently, A voice filled with fear, I Jump out violently, See my target jump, Holding the knife, I run, blood begins to pump, His eyes scared in the night, Unaware of his action, Causing this consequence, A dark violent reaction, caused by him, hence I knock him down, Knife closed to his neck, Doesnt make a sound, Doesnt even cry heck, I smile, long have I waited, Deep in the shadows, Breath baited, Now to take away sorrows, The knife piereces his skin, Cutting through, Showing blood within, It will be soon, I cut deeper and deeper, His eyes grow wider, His strength weaker and weaker, His strength begins to tire, I stop and smile, The knife cuts through his spine, Finally happiness; Its been a while, Now on his flesh I will dine. But I stop and I drop the knife, I hadnt lost all the pain, A tear comes to my eye in the night, What had I'd done... I was sleepwalking again [comments] => 7 [counter] => 209 [topic] => 13 [informant] => alecfernadez [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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