I couldn't help but feel ecstatic,
As her breathing became erratic.
Crimson blood pooling from her chest,
Her eyes finally beginning to rest,
As life drained out of her completely.
How could she think that she could ever beat me?
The power of being able to take a life,
With something as simple as a kitchen knife,
Is something that I truly crave,
Why would I ever want to behave?
I laugh when people cry and plead,
Begging me not to do the dead.
I look down and study her lifeless features,
Humans are such interesting creatures...
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100 random rhyming poems
Poetry100 random rhyming poems is an ongoing book that I started writing as a teenager really struggling with their mental health, and have continued on with through to being an adult. The tones and themes of each poem varies massively, which reflects how...
