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sleeping beauty (twisted version)

she was my girl,

most beautiful in the world,

meant everything to me,

her dad is a problem cause he fucking hates me,

he keeps her in the house doesnt let me anywhere near,

i went over to the house and her cries are what i hear,

i run to the door and her dad opens and shouts,

fuck off you wee shite shes not coming out,

i look over his shoulder and see her tears,

its at that moment i know what she fears,

the frustration in his face as i look to the girl,

he clenches a fist and hits me in the face,

as i fall back and stumble all over the place,

as i fall to the ground i hear him shout fucking go to your room,

i wait until she comes to her window and i just call out, soon,

i walk away my heart feels broken,

but the hatred and fury that fat bastard has woken,

a few hours later after i wash and change i go back,

middle of the night i know shes asleep,

which will make this easier,

i knock on the door,

he opens the door to me and says stay the fuck away you little prick clown,

i turn to walk away and as he closes the door i strike,

never again will you hurt me again you fat fucking shite,

i quickly put my hand over his mouth,

helps muffle the beasts shouts,

hit him in the back of the legs he falls to the floor,

i whisper, you'll hurt me no more,

i lead him to the kitchen,

hand still over mouth i asked what this picture was missing?

knife in his back he knew not to try to fight,

i tell him to sit down,

he sits in the chair and puts on a frown,

i ask him what he wants me to do,

all he said was fuck you,

i put the kettle onto make a coffee,

i ask him would you like one with me?

he laughs and says to me you really think you are something?

i tell him no, just im her knight in shinning armour,

and i'll destroy any fucker that wants to dare try to harm her,

when i say this the frown twitches,

i just ask where are the biscuits?

kettle boils he says no more i ask him about his sister,

he says what? and i pour the kettle water on his head instant blisters,

quickly hand over mouth so she doesnt hear,

i ask him if its death that he fears,

shakes his head so i say is it me,

he does nothing but a simple little nod,

i stab him in the throat and pull knife forward removing his head,

put his head in the oven, made my coffee and watched as his body bled,

twitching on the floor i step over without a care,

blood footprints left behind as i head up the stairs,

finding her room i slowly sneak in,

i whisper to myself now my fun can begin,

i stand at the bottom of the bed and watch her sleep,

moonlight hits her face as it lights up the street,

i pull the covers down very very slowly,

gently run hand from her foot to her knee,

he skin so soft i couldnt help but kiss,

me and her my dream of pure bliss,

i slowly part her legs and see shes full naked,

hands on her thighs i look between her legs and go for it,

she wakes up with me licking her a pleasure it seems,

i think she thought it was a dream,

i stand up she pull my trousers down,

shirt, trousers, socks and boots all on the ground,

we are laying in bed with her in my arms,

she kisses me all the way down and give me a blowjob,

both of us wet and ready we have slow steady passionate sex,

we both climax she quivers and jerks for a few moments,

i loved every single moment until she called out the wrong name,

she catches on as soon as i go insane,

who the fuck is he i ask,

rage takes over and i cry out here we go again,

i throw her back to the bed,

force open her legs and i force myself in,

she cries and pleads im sorry please stop baby,

i made her bleed and shes hurt screams out somebody please save me,

how the fuck could you do that to me,

how the fuck could you do it to me,

the nice words that echo in my head as i realized i killed her,

i fucked her with my hands on her throat,

the shortness of breath from the rape made it a quicky,

the blood on my cock as i pulled out is now all sticky,

i take her to the bathroom and wash her clean,

i call the police and wait to be taken to jail,

my anger takes over and my heart and loved failed,

i would have loved you given you whatever,

but know you will sleep beautiful forever.....................
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