Dreaded past
nothing lasts...
In the night,
She watches me...
Inquisitive eyes behind my back
Filthy rumors spread of my past...
Holding on hunger
a destructive appetite...
Blood smeared words written on her attire
Of the one she'd loved the written art of her...
My callused fingers
slip around the knob of the door...
Hatred
brewed in evil...
Bathing in the blood of virgins,
Encased in crimson fury...
Nothing Like A Murder Poem That Rhymes
From all the pain you put me through...
The Swift shadow,
of all the evils the darkest...
They take for granted, their wealth, their...
So much fun, but no real pleasure...
He lifts his eyes
as she runs to him...