"The Victim"

[punk_pressing_on]

“The victim”
Copyright 2004 Kyle Givler
July 26 2004 (10:01pm)

The smell of death lingers in the room.
I hear you heart beating in the darkness.
I feel your damp breath on my neck.
I see flashes of light reflecting
off the blade of your blood stained knife.

You claim another victim.
This time you’ll regret it.
This time you’ll regret it.

Your blackend heart just couldn’t take it any more.
You had to kill me.

What if this time you were wrong?
Would you take the blame?

This time the victim was you.
Hide you face in shame.
The victim was you.
This time the blood on your knife is your own.

You’re dead inside.
You killed your heart.
You killed your soul.
You killed your very existence.

And now you regret that fatal incision from your bloody knife.
Will your heart ever start beating again?
Will your soul ever come back from the blackness?

This time the victiom was you.
Hide your face in shame.
The victim is you.

 

[brinny]

It's a privilege to read your work. Thank you for sharing.

 

[punk_pressing_on]

It's a privilege to read your work. Thank you for sharing.

You're welcome. This is one of my favorite poems, I thik this and "Malice" are my best 2

 

[brinny]

Are you still writing?

 

[punk_pressing_on]

Are you still writing?

I write a poem when something hits me, but not very offten. I'm open to suggestions that will help me.