In the dark I lie.
Left to die.
My fate has kept me here.
Once, there was a boy.
Brave, young and strong.
He stepped in my domain.
So to me, he shall belong.
An image that would swoon most, but I’m different.
Broken glass, shattered mirrors.
This is our first meeting, but surely his last.
He slept sweetly that night,
Unbeknown to his demise.
A glint in the shadows,
The faint tapping footsteps,
Of the little girl wielding a knife.
I can hear him breathe.
I can hear his heart beat.
This moment means everything.
And if he wakes,it is a fight for the life the Reaper takes.
At his bed side, I lick my lips.
Slowly,I bend down and kiss him.
Ah, savouring the way his blood spurts,a red stain on his chest.
I am more worthy.
He cannot take me down.
My blind fool of ignorance.
This whole decrepit house is like my royal crown.
I am undefeated.
I remove your remains.
I lie in your place, just waiting for the next.
Now only listening to my own breath.
A big wide grin on my blood stained face.
Welcome, to your Death.
This is a collaboration poem that was done last year through Twitter. Copyright © 2012 By Zae Rae & Pooks