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POEM 39 - Killing Time
Every night,
At the stroke of ten,
I get out of bed and then,
Creep down the stairs,
And through the night,
Careful not to give the cats a fright,
I slip out of the back door,
And through the trees,
Careful not to fall to my knees,
I reach a house,
And the lights are on,
"It's time for me to have some fun,"
I check under the mat,
And there is the key,
Lying there predictably,
I unlock the door,
As silent as I can,
Slip through it and close it again,
I here a television,
The sound of ITV,
I also hear the sound of sipping tea,
I creep into the kitchen,
Pick up a nearby knife,
Knowing I was about to end a life,
I hear footsteps from the stairs,
The sound of coughs,
Now to decide whether to hide or not,
I stood behind the door,
The footsteps come nearer,
So close that I know they're a hard breather,
She steps into the room,
I slam the door,
Stabbing into her heart, now to beat no more,
I put a hand over her mouth,
Holding back her screams,
Oh how ferocious I must have seemed,
I let her fall the ground,
Drop the knife,
Smiling at the end of her life,
All of this,
Was because I was taught,
To try and kill time when I was bored.
I wrote this one as a pun to the old saying "killing some time", you know, when people do something just to pass the time. I then though "killing time" and came up with this. Do you like it?
~ Mythic Reality Games ~~*~If you love someone more than they'll ever know, put this on your sig~*~ I know I'm ugly, but sheesh.
 DaleLuck1313 · Sat Aug 18, 2007 @ 09:01pm · 1 Comments |
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