The Kill

by Christie   Jun 20, 2007


Cry now,
You know he'll come,
Quietly he creeps,
Blood at his feet.
Evade now,
He'll find you soon,
Crawling alone,
As you've been shown.
Sob now,
Desperation helps,
In the darkness weep,
Your souls to keep.
Deceive now,
Lower your head,
Its time to lie,
You can't hide.
Splutter now,
Hands at your throat,
Gasp for air,
There's none there.
Lay now,
Possibly peaceful,
Forget the violence,
Adhere to the silence.

The kill.

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  • 16 years ago

    by anthony

    Wow thats the kill. good poem 5/5
    PeAcE
    ANThONY

  • 16 years ago

    by adelinaxx

    Suspenful
    i like it