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Nov 2019
I had committed a sin,
But I still look clean.
No one could see me,
So don't be silly I'm still free.

I slit their throat and let the blood flow.
I pierced a knife in the heart and make their beats run slow.
I cut their ears so that they can't hear me roam around.
I burned their tongue so they can't make any sound.

I scoped their eyes so they won't at least cry.
I stitched their lips so that they can't utter a lie.
I torture them with my hand,
and bury them in a land.

It's a crime that I've committed to make them blind,
It's a perfect scene I created in my mind.
You see I'm not really that kind,
Cause I killed people in my mind.

Never be afraid I hate them but I kept it silent,
I'll never utter a word or do a thing.
I just smiled cause I knew I can't do something about it.
I just keep my mouth shut and will keep a secret what's really on my mind.
So my Professor asked me what do I do when I'm mad to a certain person or to people around me. And then it crossed my mind that I do nothing, I kept it all in myself. So I come up with this idea that "what if a person have a mental disorder in which every time she got mad to people, She wants them dead" kind of poetry.


#****** #Fiction #Anger #Mad #Violence #Silence #Loneliness #Alone #Crime #****** #Imperfect
JCabanilla
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JCabanilla  19/F/Philippines
(19/F/Philippines)   
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