slayer

February 1, 2018
By jacik BRONZE, Burien, Washington
jacik BRONZE, Burien, Washington
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Blood brimming the surface
Tempting to serve a purpose
Enticing innocence leads me to you 
Ripe for the picking pure but tainted view

The pitter patter of your adolescent feet
Sprinting frantically from your destiny
Fear stricken eyes knowing their demise
No longer able to hide

My knife caresses your supple throat
Your face begins to pale as I gloat
Blood gushes from the gash
Craving another slash

Your pain is my pleasure
The Euphoria I feel cannot be measured
After I’m done I pin your picture on the wall
Waiting for the next urge to call



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