Just a poem I wrote in the middle of class a few days ago. Enjoy and review.
A friend, a servant,
He was all that and more,
He obeyed blindly,
Never suspecting what was in store.
It's an expression of power,
Watching a body go still,
It's the simple pleasure,
Of going for the kill.
My sweet little sister,
Always loving and kind,
Her agony-filled cries of pain,
Didn't change my mind.
Many have tried to walk the path of good,
But ended up causing pain and strife,
In the end it's much easier,
To simply destroy life.
My parents should have loved me,
But when I was born their hearts turned to stone,
They made me this way,
Forced me to stand alone.
Mortals are fragile,
Weighed down by lies, secrets and mistrust,
It's easy to watch the breathing stop,
Secure in the knowledge that the body will turn to dust.
Her pale skin, cut, bruised and broken,
Blood spoiling her red hair,
I was more than her enemy, her killer, I was her lover,
I was supposed to care.
Her boby lay broken,
Her soul rose heavenwards like a dove,
It's true what they say,
You only hurt the ones you love.
This isn't evil,
This is a cry for help,
Because killing all these people,
Is a way of slowly killing myself.
BTW, If you are reading this, then you check out my story, 'Pain of the Heart'? Cause I really want more reviews for that.