The Murderous Thought
It creeps in dark, it bends the mind.
It waits for night, it waits for still.
It whispers low, it stirs the blood.
It grows unseen, it grips the will.
The thought is sharp, it cuts the hand.
It makes the heart beat loud, then loud.
The breath is hot, the skin is cold.
The eye grows wild, the eye grows blind.
You try to hide, but still it climbs.
It claws the brain, it twists the tongue.
It drips with red, it hums with rage.
It will not stop, it will not break.
And when it blooms, the deed is done.
The silence cracks, the red runs wide.
The eyes grow dull, the mouth is still.
The thought has won, the soul is lost.
But even then, it lingers close.
It waits again, it waits for night.
Murderous seeds, once sown, will stay.
It feeds on flesh, it feeds on time.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
What a poem that seems so evil and another that fits this Halloween season. Don't know if you have seen any of those slasher movies like Friday the 13ths or any of the Halloweens or Nightmare on Elm Street type movies, but these last few poems are kind of like those. Good job though.