I would like to know what people think please.
All around me I see what it was that you wanted.
It sickens me, the stench of the dead.
Their voices whisper to me.
They want justice.
Death whispers a list of ways for me to kill you.
I smile
so evilly.
He's right
they're all right.
You do deserve to die.
You're the reason why innocent blood has been spilled.
Well not any more.
I will put a stop to you.
As I lean over your sleeping body
with the butcher knife to your throat, i pressed a butcher knife to your thoatDeath stands by me giving me an encouraging smile.
The innocent ghost
s of the ones you
have killed that Death can't take home until they have their justice, stand by watching.
I
shall be the one to give them their justice.
Pressing the knife down harder
i smile as your life's blood flows from the now gaping wound.
Your eyes fly open,
gasping for breath.
Shock flickers over your face as your hands try to cover your throat.
But the blood keeps spilling, pooling around the sheets.
I smile as you die.
I've done what I was meant to do.
I have given the innocent souls their justice.
For I am the
giver of justice
for the dead.