My Plan

by xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex   Jun 22, 2005


I wanted to kill the heartless man,
I wanted to rip his eyes out with my two hands,
Though I was crying so hard I could barely see.
I wanted to make him feel,
In front of me, to kneel.

Soon he'd learn my whim of purpose.
He took too much from me;
He'd soon learn to pay his foolish fee,
Even if he could never guess.
If he couldn't guess what I really thought,
How many of his words I bought.
I'd show him what he's really done to me.
If he wanted to handle me this way,
It may keep him at bay,
Yet not for long.

I'd show him the real me,
It be whatever it may be,
Since he doesn't think I can do it.
I'll get him one day,
In his happy little way,
When he least expects it.
I wonder if he fears me yet,
Since the days we met.
He'd soon learn to if he did not already.

Day by day goes by,
By an unexpected high;
I'm only waiting for the perfect moment.
I watch him silently,

Listen to him closely,
To catch one phrase out of line.
The moment that seemed perfect came too soon,

For I was having fun playing his full-faced doom

I sat silently awaiting him to pass by,

So reverently waiting to watch him die.
He left his quiet family place,
To where I'd begin my chase.
See, I knew he loved his daughter so,

And I knew this would be an ultimate low.
I shrugged the thought of my shoulder,

And didn't let the thought reoccur.
I found the child in her bed,
Asleep, without a worry on her head.
She looked so peaceful, sleeping there,
To do it, I almost couldn't bear.
But I knew what had to be done,
What must be done.
I put a wet rag to her face,
But leaving not a finger print trace.
I dragged her to the floor,
As her eyes flickered with momentary horror.
She then passed out.
I lifted her frail body in my arms,
And began to do my harm.
First her heart came out
yet she didn't give a second shout.
I felt bad, since in this, she had no part,
But what must be done, is done.
I then began to cut her into little morsels,
Starting at the dorsal.
Blood covered the floor,
As I dragged her bits out the door.
Maybe her daddy would regret what he's done to me,
Once this he sees.
I left her fragments on the couch,
With a note of vouch,
So he'd know what harm he'd done to *me*.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Robie Lincer

    This is a nice poem! more like a story but i loved it!

    i loved the part when u darged her and all! it was cool!

    keep it up!

  • 17 years ago

    by Lauren Waszkiewicz

    Fricken scary, disturbing, icky, insane..

    i love it.. amazing, i love the story, the rhyming,the flow, everything.

    5/5

    `tiny`heart

  • 17 years ago

    by Megann Lee

    Wow. *Stares with her mouth wide open* That was like.. Amazing.. It was way beyond dark, it was so hateful and powerful, gripping..Amazing Job.

  • 17 years ago

    by Truest Lies

    That was almost offensive. I mean, the poem rocked, but the sickness that rocked inside of it *wipes brow* now there was some darkness.
    I suppose anger does that to us.
    And this was some serious anger.

    //T.L.//

  • 18 years ago

    by Sixpence None The Richer

    Firstly, No matter how much you are hurting or hate some one- dont kill them unless you have a weird mental problem and cant help it, 2) this poem effing rocks and 3) your a great writer voted 5 *hugs* cya later love SNTR.