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 Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 9:58 pm
I made up this poem to go with Halloween, yet somehow I neglected to submit it here. Not sure why. Anyway, enjoy.
My Murderer
I walk alone down somewhere I have never seen before.
I don't know where I'm going but I'm going there anyway.
I can feel that someone is behind me
Yet I just ignore it.
Perhaps it's just a person following a similar path as me.
I feel the figure slowly getting closer,
So I start to hurry myself.
But the figure is getting faster still.
I quickly turn around before I'm knocked to the ground
And a dark shadowy figure looms over me.
The figure is wearing a black cloak that covers his body
And a mask. I cannot see his face.
He brandishes a long silver knife
And I try to find the strength to struggle.
But it is no use.
I am to be a victim.
The figure pierces my flesh with his cold metal death tool,
Repeatedly, no matter how much I fight.
Eventually I can feel my crimson life water seep from my body.
I will probably die here.
I look up to see the figure still looming over me.
He's not moving, as if he's just watching me die.
With the last ounce of strength, I reach up to remove that mask...
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...and I see myself.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 5:05 pm
I don't mean to disrespect but... this poem made no sense to me.
..... burning_eyes
....in the end....he killed himself? .....
NO! OKAY! I GET IT!
This is like in a world where cloning is possible and legal and humans clone themselves so that they could have extra organs and all that, (like that one movie) and so this guy's clone escaped from that clone holding facility and killed the original person! : D
YES! Poem solved.
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