I don't own Twilight. Stephanie Meyer does.
This is a poem about Jasper killing someone.
Liquid
I smelled the wonderful liquid.
It smelt like nothing I've ever tasted
Almost floral with some sort of citrus.
I attacked without even blinking
I came at her so fast
She never felt the pain
Never felt her spine shatter
Never felt her blood being drained.
Never felt her body burn
I passed a river, this wasn't me.
I looked like a fiend
I stared at the reflection of my eyes
They were a hellish red.
I stared at my hands
Drenched in blood.
Oh My God
What have I done?
