The blood splattered across the floor in a terrible disarray.
My grip on the hammer grows loose in my sweat drenched palms as I try to catch my breath. I look at the scene right in front of me. Your horrified expression, scattered bones, blood spatter staining the concrete ground, and my blood-stained body fill the dim room. "Yes, yesss. I did it, ... finally!" I scream over your dead body. I was growing sick and tired of the fighting and pain. I warned you my beautiful love. I lick the blood on your face. It tastes salty and bitter like your soul. I take a glance at your face. I raise my hammer high and bring it down, smashing into your remaining eye. Your eye pops out and skids across the blood covered floor. I pick up your eye and grind it roughly in the palm of my hand. What a beautiful artwork I have created.
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Ashes of My Mind
PoetrySome poems I wrote to have an outlet for expression. Basically just things I wish I could say.
