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It will be silent soon
It will be silent soon
Even now their moans are down to a whimper
It was the screaming that tore through my brain
So I gagged them
I tore up my favourite sheet and gagged them
Then there was the sobbing
Or was that just me
It will be silent soon
Not like it was when I came home to the cacophany
The chandelier chiming to the rythm of the bed
So I came upstairs
Past my fathers dress sword that appeared in my hand
They were on our bed
She said she loved me
It will be silent soon
I can still hear her screaming "NO" as I raised the sword
In through his back out of hers pinned firmly to the bed
Skewered en cortius
Still they continued to thrust but not this time with pleasure
Now they will remain
A two backed beast
It will be silent soon
I had to leave them for a while and go down to the kitchen
Where the radio was playing love songs I didn't want to hear
I picked up a knife
Then back to the bedroom where I'll wait patiently in the corner
Carpet turning red
Blood from my wrists
It will be silent soon
There's only the sound of wheezing as I try to catch my breath
They haven't made any movements or moaned for a while now
I tried to stand
Wanted to go and check on them but far too weak at the moment
I'll wait a little longer
Perhaps a little sleep
Even now their moans are down to a whimper
It was the screaming that tore through my brain
So I gagged them
I tore up my favourite sheet and gagged them
Then there was the sobbing
Or was that just me
It will be silent soon
Not like it was when I came home to the cacophany
The chandelier chiming to the rythm of the bed
So I came upstairs
Past my fathers dress sword that appeared in my hand
They were on our bed
She said she loved me
It will be silent soon
I can still hear her screaming "NO" as I raised the sword
In through his back out of hers pinned firmly to the bed
Skewered en cortius
Still they continued to thrust but not this time with pleasure
Now they will remain
A two backed beast
It will be silent soon
I had to leave them for a while and go down to the kitchen
Where the radio was playing love songs I didn't want to hear
I picked up a knife
Then back to the bedroom where I'll wait patiently in the corner
Carpet turning red
Blood from my wrists
It will be silent soon
There's only the sound of wheezing as I try to catch my breath
They haven't made any movements or moaned for a while now
I tried to stand
Wanted to go and check on them but far too weak at the moment
I'll wait a little longer
Perhaps a little sleep
Published 27th Nov 2010
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30th Nov 2010 10:13am
was this for the "dead lover" challenge?
The constant focus on the sounds makes it seem like that's the main thing messing with his head, that if they would just shut up... sort of implying he instantly snapped when he realized what was happening. I love the way he fades in the last stanza as well. this is good poetry, sir. [:
The constant focus on the sounds makes it seem like that's the main thing messing with his head, that if they would just shut up... sort of implying he instantly snapped when he realized what was happening. I love the way he fades in the last stanza as well. this is good poetry, sir. [:
30th Nov 2010 10:42am
Yes it was for the "dead lover" challenge.
And yes it was the sound of their love making that
bought on his realisation.
And thank you for your positive comment.
