The murderer's death

by Jennifer RIP Lesthat Hayden   Jun 15, 2005


Bruises and scrapes
across my head.
It's just now that
I've realized
I'm dead.
I remember that scream.
I remember that look.
I remember the blood
from the bullet he took.
No one knows I did it.
I just ran
and hid it.
I ran
and then
I tripped
And then my fingers slipped.
The blood began to drip.
My chest then
shot with pain.
That man killed died in
vain.
I slowly slipped
away
from that spot I
lay.
Everything was in a
haze.
Light slowly faded
away.
And no I'm not okay.
I've never been okay.
I now find myself in
Hell.
There is no more to
Tell.
There's only one thing
that I question.
Why is he in Hell
with me?
Oh tell me Satan
please.

This was the sequel to the poem Born to Hell AKA: The first poem on here. :)

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  • 16 years ago

    by Brittany C

    I really liked this one it had a great flow and I liked the words that you used. 5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Independence Forever

    Woiw, vivid and exciting, great job.

    your servant:
    david

  • 17 years ago

    by Sorefromreality

    Very nice plot..all of yours seem to hav interesting plots... i love the way u write...its very different and messy but in a good way..great job jennifer.
    love ya lots,
    sore

  • 18 years ago

    by Danielle

    Wow that was really good.. i love your writing!!!

  • 18 years ago

    by ~ღ~ jeSSica ~ღ~

    great poem! i like it-like it! you're very thoughtful! 25/5