Death

by Light Brown Shoes

A poem about a victor's death and guilt.

Slash. Slash.

Through the neck.

Slash. Slash.

Another dead.

Down falls one, two three four,

Another eight in succession,

There go two more.

Blood spurts,

Children cry,

The pain of being stabbed brings tears to eyes.

Families mourn,

As their children die,

A victor emerges reborn,

With a killer's guilt

Until one night they can't take it

So they slashed their wrists

And wait to be

With those

They

Killed

They

Wait

To

Die