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A man coming to his senses
I see you lying on the floor
your eyes staring at me.
Your mouth is open, but you do not speak.
I wonder why do you stare at me?
Why do you not speak?
Then I look around,
and see red everywhere.
The red covers everything
the walls, the floor, your body,
and my body.
Looking at my hands
I realize that a knife
is in my hand.
Looking at the knife, I see
that the red covers it as well.
I think back and remember
that the red is your blood.
And while staring at my
blood stained hands I realize
why you are staring at me,
and why you do not speak.
And all I can do is laugh
How would anyone react to the taking of a life? Hopefully we will never know....
Very realistic account of what can happen when one is faced with this chilling event.
Amy Riberdy
Gentle is the night♥
A chilling write indeed. Well written and imaginative.
pleasure in hurting.In literary and not actually meaning this poem sounds erotic.
disturbing... awesome... disturbingly awesome? very well and oddly written. i like it =)
When I first read this poem, it shocked me! I was suprised about what it was talking about. Very different and expressive!
Wow, that's kinda scary. Except in a good way, of course. (In case you don't remember, I'm the person who wrote the poem "Sever" that you critiqued.) For some reason, I also really love the title of this. It fits the poem really well... or something like that. :)