Ok, here's where my poems will go. I hope you guys like them... this one I wrote recently...its kind of disturbing. I
edited it, becuase yeah...I don't know why...
You lay there in heaps of blood and meat. You're not even a whole body. It all came
together like a puzzle. You sat in your chair, chugging down your beer, while I lay at your feet, meeting your every demand.
The bruises you gave me are hidden by make-up and articles of clothing. I was your toy, a deluxe package. I could be used
as a punching bag, slave, sex toy, or my favorite your daughter! Yes I was your
daughter! What mother f***er would f*** her only daughter?!
So I did something about
it. I didn't poison you. Oh no, I could do so much better than that. I am your daughter aren't I? You chained me to the bed,
I accepted the chains with open arms, even if I pretended to fight, I now how much you like it when I fight. But eventually
I gave in, letting the fake tears fall down as you played with my clothes. 'Go ahead.' My mind urge with gratitude. 'Go ahead
and f*** me.' And you did, I cried out in pain but my mind still urge on for the moment when I would have my revenge.
When you released my pounds,
my mind screamed 'time'. And I dove the knife into your back, whispering my cold words in your ear. "How does it feel to be
stabbed in the back?" You yelled out in pain and fell to the floor, blood pouring out of the wound. I didn't stop there, no,
I continued to stab the cold blood stained blade into your flesh, until finally your body laid in chunks of meat and blood.
I smiled as I looked at my work, I guess this was what it was like to be a mother f***er.
