The Knife
A poem told by a Psychopath
The TV is blaring. It's static shows up as the only light.
My chest is aching and I'm starting to sweat as I think of what happened on this night,
I'm just a killer who's twisted mind has gone paralyzed.
I'm a demon;
I'm a monster;
I can't believe myself and why I have this set of mind.
I get exasperated and rant over my life.
My life is a sin and God has made me this way.
I never should've been handed the knife.
I don't relate to any of these poems I made; they show what could be the emotions and tragedies of others. Also, my writing is heavily emotional. Some people can relate to my poems.
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Fallen Dreams | poems
PoetryThis is a collection of poems/short stories that I made up. Please don't try to claim my poems or short stories as your own, I will report you if you do. So.. Enjoy! WARNING: Some of my poems or stories might be a bit triggering. I don't own the p...
