19 August 2012

Murderous

clenched

I’ll have his guts for garters

He’ll make me a murderer

I’ll swing for him if I have to

I don’t care for consequences

I’ll bash his tiny brain in

Stick his head on a spike

I’m at the end of my tether

About to cut loose

I’ll slash him, stab him

Throttle and drown him

He’ll be the victim

And I’ll be the fucking monster

I swear I’ll do him in

Just one more word

And I’ll do him in

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4 comments:

  1. Totally there, the real us, the energy that makes us alive. Can't even describe how much I love it. When you publish this poetry, you could divide them like this, the black book will spin their heads

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    1. Thank you for your kind comments Lolita

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  2. You must possess relative telepathy, relative-ly speaking, but of course. -Melisande

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    1. Yes, I see your meaning - thank you Melisande.

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