Darkness filled the room,
where no light had shined
Over the years since It became ice cold.
It. I refuse to say the name
Afraid, it will only hurt me more.
Years after years, the kindness wared down
Leaving behind a rough stone surface.
Never again will I make the same mistake.
He took It then crushed it without a second thought.
How dare he throw It away.
Fire burned in my eyes as I picked up a photo of him.
If only he could see the pain he gave me,
I placed a hand over It,
Whispering to myself to forget about him.
He deserves to die, and I plan to make sure of it.
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Once I found where he lives,
I stalked him everyday and night.
He had no clue or was oblvious to me
Watching his every moves.
I managed to easily gain access to his home.
Stupid fool.
He should know better than to leave his windows unlocked.
I slowly picked up the butcher knife,
I so kindly borrowed from a friend.
Creeping up the stairs, I saw him.
Peacefully sleeping on his bed.
Looming over him, I brought the knife up.
Only in a matter of seconds will he be dead!
Just when I was about to bring the weapon down.
I stopped.
My mind kept convincing me to do it for the greater good.
Yet, on the other hand, It told me no.
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I dropped the knife, hearing it clank against the floor.
I couldn't do it, I didn't have enough strength too.
I feel to my knees as they buckled underneath me.
Tears filled my eyes.
How could I ever commit murder, and live with myself
Knowing I was the one who was behind it.
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Poetry Collection
PoetryVarious poems I have created. Some may be a bit gory, be warned before reading. Towards the end are poems dedicated to people who are friends of mine.
