Anger No Longer Poem by Crystle Jones

Anger.
No longer sencable.
Hate,
Pulsing through my vains.
Blood,
No longer red, but black as night.
Thoughts,
Life. death. why does it even matter.
Soon,
It will be your blood on my hands.
Your life seeping on to the floor.
Your cries of misery, for help...
Usless.
Noone can hear you.
Save your breath,
Noone can help.
Cant you see?
This is your fault.
A monster in which you created.
The tape?
To silence you.
This knife?
To set you free.
This is it... are you ready?

Heart, pounding against my ear drums.
Its time.
Your skin,
So soft against the blade.
Your blood,
So warm. so sweet.
Now, you will forever be mine.