Ok, so I'm not that great at writing poetry. I don't really spend time keeping the five iambic feet of the sonnet, but I'll work on that on my next one.
I've wrote alot of poems, each getting closer and closer to a true sonnet, so I hope to be writing more fluently soon
Anyways, here it is...
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Withdrawing the knife, I smile with content.
Oh yes, such a feeling of ecstasy.
Blood trickling, I truly love this scent,
Is as lovely as the body next to me.
Kneeling down to kiss a precious pink lip,
Looking into those lifeless hazel eyes,
Cupped hands filled with crimson, take a sip,
Brings the feeling of flying in the skies.
Such satisfaction does killing bring me,
To send another soul to the dead's land.
Watching as they die, such a sight to see,
One would have to witness it first hand.
"I am," Speaking slowly and give a nod;
One last sadistic grin and finish, "God".
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I've wrote alot of poems, each getting closer and closer to a true sonnet, so I hope to be writing more fluently soon
Anyways, here it is...
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Withdrawing the knife, I smile with content.
Oh yes, such a feeling of ecstasy.
Blood trickling, I truly love this scent,
Is as lovely as the body next to me.
Kneeling down to kiss a precious pink lip,
Looking into those lifeless hazel eyes,
Cupped hands filled with crimson, take a sip,
Brings the feeling of flying in the skies.
Such satisfaction does killing bring me,
To send another soul to the dead's land.
Watching as they die, such a sight to see,
One would have to witness it first hand.
"I am," Speaking slowly and give a nod;
One last sadistic grin and finish, "God".
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