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Last Stand

Sitting in my corner like a scorned child.
I hold my knees close to me for some comfort all the while.
This punishment is for not listening,
or speaking my own thoughts.
Shaking, I don’t know how much I can no more hide.
The inside of my body feels as though it has died.

When finally after hours that I’m kept
It’s ok to leave my corner because now you want me
in your bed.
As I lay and go threw the motions, like I really give a shit
I wait till you get off and ask me for a kiss.
A kiss with no feeling is very hard to do, but for you my love,
it’s all that there’s to give.

Hours pass, as I lay in bed, facing away so you can’t see my
tear decorated face.

The moment has come, this I realize, to end all your fuck face lies,
The pain you make me feel inside.
The anger, the hopes torn up with knives.

Tonight someone dies!

I slip out from under the satin sheets stained with your lust,
I creep across the room, total silence is a must.
Out the room to your special closet, where you hold
what will be one last and final moment.

I’ve watched you well, play with your toys,
I load the bullet, cock the trigger and I seem to do it so well.

Stupid toys for stupid boys
Now, lets play a game where only one wins.

I stand at the end of our bed,
I look at you for a while.
I watch you sleep, you look so peaceful.
But I know what lies within!

The time has come; I only hope my children understand.
For it’s not just me under your thumb.

As tears fall down my face, they feel like razor blades,
Cutting to the core of what is in store.
I know this is the only way for this to end.
I hold in my hand a gun, but in reality is a door.
A way out, a big red flashing exit sign for some emergency.
This is my emergency!
I hold up the barrel, making sure to aim to kill!

My finger on the trigger, waiting to expel the deadly shell.

I tighten my finger, BANG!!!
The sound of the riffle hitting the floor, you’re awake!
I lay next to the deadly toy; my brains decorate your mother fucking wall!!
I hope you enjoyed controlling me,

But my dear, NO MORE!!

Written by haertshpdbxxxx (autumn)
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