I turned around and there was death, <br />He took my hand, then took my breath, <br />I felt his touch, cold and harsh, <br />As he took the murmur of my heart, <br />I felt his whisper against my cheek, <br />As he took my final beat. <br /> <br />My sense was weak, my mind was hollow, <br />I pulled away, yet still I followed, <br />With death by side and a prospect so bleak, <br />I slowly crept into a soundless sleep. <br /> <br />I felt his grip against the knife, <br />As silently he took my life, <br />I felt their pain, I heard them cry, <br />Before the grave in which I lie, <br />I see them mourn, I hear them weep, <br />Before the ground in which I sleep. <br /> <br />I behold the shadow of he who lived, <br />Who took my life as I took his, <br />With death I lived and a death I died, <br />A revenge so bitter from the other side, <br />I left the world, now sweet and pure, <br />Innocent, untainted, as it was not before. <br /> <br />I see it now, so fresh, so bright, <br />The beauty of day, the silence of night, <br />All I have lost, as he took my life, <br />The power of death and his bitter bite, <br />So, as death took me, I'll take his knife, <br />For now it is my turn to take a life, <br /> <br />They who mourn, and they who weep, <br />Will follow me into a silent sleep. <br />I’ll take their hand then take their breath, <br />I’ll steal their life, for I am death…<br /><br />Hannah Barnes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-a-perpetrator/
