As she sits there, <br />unknowing, <br />so trusting, <br />having no clue of what is to become <br />of her life. <br />I grab something heavy, <br />or something that has great force. <br />She turns and sees a great flash. <br />A scream comes out of her mouth, <br />that shreiks <br />like someone's fingernails across a blackboard and leaving an imprint. <br /> <br />I hear her scream, <br />it kills me inside. <br /> <br />Blood is gushing out, <br />splattering the walls, <br />giving them a new coat of paint. <br />I can't stop it from flowing. <br /> <br />My mind is racing <br />but I can't hear my thoughts <br />because of her screaming! <br />She gets louder and longer. <br /> <br />Oh, God, I just want it to stop! <br /> <br />Please, God, make it stop! <br /> <br />Someone, anyone, come and make it stop! <br />There is one more loud, long shreik, <br />and it's over. <br /> <br />My breathing is hard, <br />too hard to handle. <br /> <br />I stop and look at the room. <br />The walls. <br />The floor. <br />The body. <br />Myself. <br /> <br />It's dark and hard to see, <br />but I make some things out. <br /> <br />I stop and take a good look at what's left <br />of the face on the body, <br />and I realize what I've just done. <br />Tears well up in my eyes. <br />How could I have done this? <br />How could I have let myself do this? <br />How did I get to the point that I've become a monster? I sat there, in the corner, <br />tears streaming down my face, staring at what's left of her. <br /> <br />I wish that this is all a dream, <br />that maybe I'll wake up. <br />I try. <br />I don't succeed. <br />I pinched myself so hard that I began to bleed. <br /> <br />So I sit there and wait <br />for someone to come <br />and see everything that I've done. <br /> <br />I wait. <br />In the dark.<br /><br />Tofur Damico<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-dark-4/
