Title: Every time
by Zeba from London | in writing, poetry
Every time I die,
You must die with me,
Every time I go to hell,
You must go with me,
You'll burn,
You'll turn,
You'll run,
You'll hide,
But you know that I will find you,
And kill you,
Again and again,
At that point you bolt up in bed,
Panting,
You look around,
Relieved,
And thank God it was a dream,
That's when I show up,
Looking down at you,
You look at me trembling in fear,
I come closer,
Stroke your silky hair,
And slit your delicate throat,
You gag, you choke, and you gasp for air
Hot red liquid on my hands,
I lick it, I sip it,
I am content,
Satisfied,
I smell something familiar,
The scent of death,
I look back at you one last time,
Remembering what you looked like when you were alive,
And turn around murmuring,
'Revenge avenged'
And I leave to get my next victim
The world
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