This betrayal has ripped the last pathetic seam, <br />and my mind pours out a very demonic dream. <br />Twice, not once, I have spared you your life! <br />Three time's the charm, and I shall leave you in strife. <br /> <br />You have taken every little thing I have loved, <br />and now I strike you with fierce claws; not gloved. <br />Now your lustful soul shall be ripped from this land, <br />for I will now murder you where you sourly stand! <br /> <br />Do you feel the passion flowing, <br />like the red blood from your neck? <br />Do you feel your heart slowing, <br />as you watch this emotional wreck? <br /> <br />I laugh with devious thoughts as you scream in pain, <br />and you cry out for mercy like yourself in vain. <br />Twice, not once, I had spared you your life! <br />Three times, you're out, and I leave you in strife. <br /> <br />I have taken your life in exchange for the taken love, <br />that hit me like the bronze bullet strikes the innocent dove. <br />But I am the wolf that snarls at my heart's ripped seam, <br />and I shall let this burn in your mind like a dream. <br /> <br />Did you like how I killed you, <br />with claws that slashed I bet? <br />Did you like how I left you, <br />with fangs not tainted yet?<br /><br />Beth DeChamplain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fangs-not-tainted/
