depressing stories

sonnets

I'm not really happy with this one, but enjoy. 

I was out playing when I saw the light

So bright and so painful I almost cried.

It lit up the darkness of the black night

The coldness was making it hard to hide.

With the cold and rusty knife in my back

With the dark, red blood running down my skin

and my cheek hurting from the hard-cold smack.

My face, cold and there was blood on my chin.

My body was feeling numb and so cold

the wind was not helping my condition.

I was dying but I am not that old

I'm weak, I need to finish the mission.

I guess I'm dead, but I don't really know

It hurt so, so much, guess I wasn't a pro.

I'm a bit happier with this one, hope you enjoy.

I had the small knives in my bloody hands

Liquid running out of my broken mouth.

I was thinking about my evil plans

Going in the dark direction of south.

I was bending down, eye level with him

I was looking at his face, blood filled it.

Looking at his scared body, cold and slim

Taking out the knives, I wasn't going to quit.

Looking down at his shape, how pathetic

So scared cold maybe even terrified.

You could see he was not that athletic

You could kind of say this was homicide.

Watching the blood run down his lifeless frame

All those injuries and scars, what a shame.