Frogs557
09-11-2007, 09:21 PM
I started writing poems lately... to express what i feel, right? Well, here is one, ill post more when i can.
The trained killer
A child sleeps peacefully, dreamlessly, fitfully.
Unaware of the danger approaching,
He cannot see, he cannot hear,
As the trained killer enters the room.
He lies, still asleep, as the killer picks up a knife.
Then the murderer brings the blade down,
Slicing, cutting,
Repeatedly.
The child is dead after the first slice,
But the killer keeps on slashing,
Until the helpless child is in pieces,
Fragments,
Shards of what was once a beautiful child.
The killer takes the pieces and places them in a bucket,
“Dispose of it”
He says as he hands it to his accomplice.
Then the killer leaves the room,
Dropping his bloody gloves into a trash can
on his way out.
Not looking back,
Not feeling guilt.
After all,
What is this human life to him?
It's just another murder,
It's just another abortion.
The trained killer
A child sleeps peacefully, dreamlessly, fitfully.
Unaware of the danger approaching,
He cannot see, he cannot hear,
As the trained killer enters the room.
He lies, still asleep, as the killer picks up a knife.
Then the murderer brings the blade down,
Slicing, cutting,
Repeatedly.
The child is dead after the first slice,
But the killer keeps on slashing,
Until the helpless child is in pieces,
Fragments,
Shards of what was once a beautiful child.
The killer takes the pieces and places them in a bucket,
“Dispose of it”
He says as he hands it to his accomplice.
Then the killer leaves the room,
Dropping his bloody gloves into a trash can
on his way out.
Not looking back,
Not feeling guilt.
After all,
What is this human life to him?
It's just another murder,
It's just another abortion.