The Kill
The knife protrudes from his chest.
His heart pierced by cold steel.
The man falls to his knees.
Takes a final breath,
and falls over.
Blood covers my sweaty hands.
Adrenaline courses through my veins.
I do not feel guilt,
nor shame.
Instead I am awash in relief.
The deed is done and I feel anew.
<Deleted User> (6895)
Fri 12th Sep 2014 16:10
feeling like doing that gets one at times-
re/i.e.-the bastard/s
who set fire to the Manchester Dogs home