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Place your life in my hands
The condescending life you operate
Through nothing is but a lie
In the mind of a simple minded human
A gift
Presented unwillingly to you
A way to face reality
Without the lucid truth unfolding
Watching you struggle
Brings a smile to my face
Tightening the rope
To each of your cries
"Please please release me"
The young soul begged.
A simple raise of the eyebrow
Informed you
You had no chance
The raise of my knife
Spliced the center of your palm
Blood danced down towards your arm
As you struggled some more into my embrace
"Scream" I pleaded
No mercy is given
For the games I play
Seen as a savior
For all to see
You given up
What a shame
Needless to say
I was enjoying this game
Drip drop
Drop drip
Blood trickled to the floor
The sweet smell of victory
I placed my hand
In the puddle of blood
Hand prints covered the wall
As laughter escaped my lips
Your body laid completely naked
Blood covered you from head to toe
I glanced over my artwork
And thought out loud
Soon I will be your savior
And everyone will praise me
For finding you
Dead and tied up
But for the most part
All I see
Is what I would call
A masterpiece
The condescending life you operate
Through nothing is but a lie
In the mind of a simple minded human
A gift
Presented unwillingly to you
A way to face reality
Without the lucid truth unfolding
Watching you struggle
Brings a smile to my face
Tightening the rope
To each of your cries
"Please please release me"
The young soul begged.
A simple raise of the eyebrow
Informed you
You had no chance
The raise of my knife
Spliced the center of your palm
Blood danced down towards your arm
As you struggled some more into my embrace
"Scream" I pleaded
No mercy is given
For the games I play
Seen as a savior
For all to see
You given up
What a shame
Needless to say
I was enjoying this game
Drip drop
Drop drip
Blood trickled to the floor
The sweet smell of victory
I placed my hand
In the puddle of blood
Hand prints covered the wall
As laughter escaped my lips
Your body laid completely naked
Blood covered you from head to toe
I glanced over my artwork
And thought out loud
Soon I will be your savior
And everyone will praise me
For finding you
Dead and tied up
But for the most part
All I see
Is what I would call
A masterpiece
Literature
Damseltron 4000
Meg shuffled or rather painfully walked towards her workspace for another long day she rather not face wearing a dark blue suit and black stockings and painful blue high heel shoes. She was the secretary of a rather mean boss who usually was a salve driver and forced Meg to do things she rather not do like feed her dogs or running to grab her dry cleaning. Some days she was such a pain she wanted her kidnap and tied to a train tracks, but ever since trains started to use hover technology that was no longer a means of getting rid of a pain in the butt female.
With a deep breath she entered the waiting room or rather her working space, which t
Literature
A Featured Poem
To those who read this message Hope you find the secret Inside, because it’s evident that Some of us are not who we pretend to be. If you have trouble deciphering, Simply look to the side A message will slowly form Bringing light to one’s mind. Obscurity was necessary To keep others in the dark If you see this poem in someone’s favorites, research the others.
Literature
The Escape Princess
Tell me your sweet words,
Breathe life into my thoughts,
Don't leave me sitting naked by the phone.
I keep driving by the spot where I met you,
Hoping I will catch your shadow shrinking,
How quickly the watcher becomes the watched.
Hey you, I dreamt that you were listening but
My words are doomed to echo through space until they fall upon your ear
Or else vanish without a trace into the atmosphere.
7:38 comes too late for my venerable venom
And now you are lost adrift the sea between us.
I cried for the cast away idea of you,
For lost potential,
For knowing I will miss your profound words,
And your rare essence.
So acute was the stab
Whe
Featured in Groups
Your SaviorYour Savior
Look around you
Pieces of paper
Scattered across the floor
Ink pens
Flooded the wooded area
The ceiling fan
Set on high
Arose a mist of
The smell of death
The walls
Splattered with blood
Hand prints covered the scene
Everything out of place
A body laid flatly on the bed
Face pale as a metal pan
His hands tied to the bed post
Legs spread open
A loud sigh
Softened the quietness
All eyes
Stared at me
For I was
Your killer
Seen as
Your savior
This is the second part to this poem! Hope you enjoy! If you haren't read "your savior" check it out!
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Just as awesome as part 1, the only thing that "annoyed" me a bit is in the 3rd stanza, the 4th line: To each of your cry. I think it would read better if you used "cries" instead. Of course this is just my humble opinion and maybe you had a good reason for using "cry" over "cries". 