kyle
02-22-2005, 09:34 PM
I wrote this a few weeks ago. I think that this is by far the best thing I have written, in my opinion. Haha. Please feel free to comment and share any thoughts on this! I appreciate it! :)
A Country Club Murder
i wan't to take a knife to your face and watch the blood get smeared all over these plain white walls as this cold and bitter winter chill runs through your window ceal numbing our actions almost completely. as the police walk down your hallway, they notice the trail of blood that leads them to a hollow body torn to pieces. this was a savage murder and the walls tell it all. this is what i will become famous for and what everybody will know me by. up on the walls, i dipped my fingers in your blood and wrote, "this murder was the cause of a fatal love." doors slam all over this house as the police try to keep up. i have become a ghost in your house, the house where you lay face first dead. this is horrible. i am choking on my own laughter as i realize what i have just caused. i can already see it now. this is one of thoughs cases where we all become famous over somebodys lost life and it turns into a full feature length movie staring the best of the worst actors and they will misconstrew all the events that took place that cold and bitter night and it will follow none of the real dialogue yet will win a few oscars. i am sorry to say this was not a movie, this was real life and hollywood doesn't seem to understand that. the newspapers get alhold of a murder that was nothing short of horrific and the readers will think it was more then vivid. your body, all of this blood drenched down the hallways, your just left for dead. the house is evacuated for days as it becomes overwhelmed in a void. just for fun i come back to the scene of the crime and wander around to look at the havick i reek upon a shallow person. the sent of a rotting body, the dried up blood on the carpet, walls, and family portraits is just a simple reminder of a job well done...there you lay. quiet as can be, and completely gutless. this is exactly how i pictured it except that i still remember our conversations in this bedroom, i remember so much more then i want to remember. all of these thoughts come rushing back to me and hit me faster then a speeding bus on a freeway. what have i done? what have i created? something that can never be undone as long as i live. i crossed my heart and promised you it all and in return you smashed all i had to give to the ground like it was a a champainge glass. to be honest...i was not amused by your games any longer. if there was a contract to love i promise the world i would have made you sign right on the dotted lines, because a contract is something that cannot be broke. did you hear that or did it go right out one ear and out the other, lover? your the most phicle person i have ever met to date. how the fuck do you even dress yourself in the morning? you can't even make up your own mind on what you want anymore. it's to bad your dead...actually, no, it's not. rest well my lovely one because i don't think you will make it to heaven. after time takes it's toll on me. my criminal actions finally start to weigh themselves on me and the preasure becomes something unbearable anymore. ill take a stroll down through this city and wait for opprotunity to strike and when it does ill just completely hurl myself into on coming traffic and end it all. there! done! gone for life. i have completely vanished from the rest of the entire world. the friends rest well knowing i got what i deserved and the media will make things out to be something they're not like usual. i never wanted the attention from them. i just wanted you to realize what you caused me inside of myself but instead i had to tell a vivid story of a love that turned to nothing but murder and suicide....when he hurled himself into on coming traffic he woke up from this dream and right when she as about to get her life taken she woke up from a deep sleep, both resting in a cold sweat searching with flashlights trying to find their breathes they thanked whoever it may be that it was only a dream, only a dream they both wish would come true. lay to rest the dreams and look forward to something more spectacular. thoughs are the only words of advice they ever agreed one.
A Country Club Murder
i wan't to take a knife to your face and watch the blood get smeared all over these plain white walls as this cold and bitter winter chill runs through your window ceal numbing our actions almost completely. as the police walk down your hallway, they notice the trail of blood that leads them to a hollow body torn to pieces. this was a savage murder and the walls tell it all. this is what i will become famous for and what everybody will know me by. up on the walls, i dipped my fingers in your blood and wrote, "this murder was the cause of a fatal love." doors slam all over this house as the police try to keep up. i have become a ghost in your house, the house where you lay face first dead. this is horrible. i am choking on my own laughter as i realize what i have just caused. i can already see it now. this is one of thoughs cases where we all become famous over somebodys lost life and it turns into a full feature length movie staring the best of the worst actors and they will misconstrew all the events that took place that cold and bitter night and it will follow none of the real dialogue yet will win a few oscars. i am sorry to say this was not a movie, this was real life and hollywood doesn't seem to understand that. the newspapers get alhold of a murder that was nothing short of horrific and the readers will think it was more then vivid. your body, all of this blood drenched down the hallways, your just left for dead. the house is evacuated for days as it becomes overwhelmed in a void. just for fun i come back to the scene of the crime and wander around to look at the havick i reek upon a shallow person. the sent of a rotting body, the dried up blood on the carpet, walls, and family portraits is just a simple reminder of a job well done...there you lay. quiet as can be, and completely gutless. this is exactly how i pictured it except that i still remember our conversations in this bedroom, i remember so much more then i want to remember. all of these thoughts come rushing back to me and hit me faster then a speeding bus on a freeway. what have i done? what have i created? something that can never be undone as long as i live. i crossed my heart and promised you it all and in return you smashed all i had to give to the ground like it was a a champainge glass. to be honest...i was not amused by your games any longer. if there was a contract to love i promise the world i would have made you sign right on the dotted lines, because a contract is something that cannot be broke. did you hear that or did it go right out one ear and out the other, lover? your the most phicle person i have ever met to date. how the fuck do you even dress yourself in the morning? you can't even make up your own mind on what you want anymore. it's to bad your dead...actually, no, it's not. rest well my lovely one because i don't think you will make it to heaven. after time takes it's toll on me. my criminal actions finally start to weigh themselves on me and the preasure becomes something unbearable anymore. ill take a stroll down through this city and wait for opprotunity to strike and when it does ill just completely hurl myself into on coming traffic and end it all. there! done! gone for life. i have completely vanished from the rest of the entire world. the friends rest well knowing i got what i deserved and the media will make things out to be something they're not like usual. i never wanted the attention from them. i just wanted you to realize what you caused me inside of myself but instead i had to tell a vivid story of a love that turned to nothing but murder and suicide....when he hurled himself into on coming traffic he woke up from this dream and right when she as about to get her life taken she woke up from a deep sleep, both resting in a cold sweat searching with flashlights trying to find their breathes they thanked whoever it may be that it was only a dream, only a dream they both wish would come true. lay to rest the dreams and look forward to something more spectacular. thoughs are the only words of advice they ever agreed one.