Awkward
So the other night i was...well it was morninglike 4:30 in the morning i decided to write a poem about a dream i had like a week ago. So here you go.....
My Masterpiece
A drugged drink was all it took,
To her where she is now,
Cuffs around her wrists,
Attached to the hanging lights,
Bolts threw her feet,
Planting her feet to the floor,
I feel accomplished.
Every drawer,
I franticly look through,
Each drawer in my path,
Finally at the last drawer,
I have found my weapon on destruction.
Grabbing the vinegar,
I figure hey why not,
Why not cause as much pain as possible,
Sitting down on the chair in front of her,
I contemplated where to cut first.
Finally deciding to do for her voice box.
I use a small pairing knife,
In a saw like motion,
Back and forth, back and forth,
Up and down, up and down,
Innocently I asked are you ok?
Expecting some kind of sound I got nothing,
Not even a whimper,
This wasn’t what I was looking for,
I wanted to cause this girl mass amounts of pain,
So I started pouring vinegar down the large hole.
Imagining what she is going through I hold my throat,
But cup after cup the vinegar kept pouring in,
All of a sudden I could hear faint whimpers,
Almost like cries for help.
Laughing I put the bottle of vinegar down,
Oh dear sunshine I say as I kiss her soft cheek,
The pain has jus begun,
With that I started slicing off chunks of her skin,
Piece after piece her skin falls to the ground.
Slowly moving towards her head,
Getting slower with the cuts,
I started cutting off the skin from the cheek,
I kissed earlier,
Up up,
The knife goes up the side of her face,
Over her temples.
Finishing cutting her skin off,
I puncture every major vein in her body,
Sitting down in the chair,
I watch the blood drain from my masterpiece.
Feeling over joyed with my work,
I leave her there,
As her life drains away,
I carry on with my life,
Like nothing ever happened.
Jeff came over earlier it was kinda freaky i think kyla told him too..
Current Mood:
shockedCurrent Music: 1,2 step- Ciara f. Missy Elliott