i wrote it for SS, but it was inspired by tell tale heart so why not a poem
" His Fingers "
That old man was peaceful, A regular cerebral.
Intellectual from his toes all the way to his fingers.
Nice and kind to me, I'm distgusted with this man
O I despised him, cracked his knuckle in his hand.
painful crack will maul, ravaging my thoughts, I pause
And how I loathe to break his ancient paws.
I wanted to rip them off, one at a time, inflame with heat
And derrange his meat, use them to play the keys.
And how whilst i do it, his screams will be music.
O how I have longed to do this,pick a weapon to use it.
Step by step... I'm contiplating each of his bruises.
.. wear his fingers down to the bone, till useless.
At Midnight, I'm creeping where he's sleeping.
And my mouth caked with saliva, to feed off his weeping.
O how long I've waited for the suffering screaming.
When I crept in that house, the door spoke in creeking.
That antique mirror... reflected a killer,
And he's being, a mouse, quickly without a sound.
My gait, steady and lurking, past the couch.
My hand passes me the poison.. that I'll put in his mouth.
With my knife in my hand.. to slice his hands.
O how I long to corrupt his dreams this man,
Was killing me, instilling me with cracked fingers
Broken bones, insanity broke the home, I call abode.
Then I linger, Into his candlelit, dimmed room.
Within my fingers clutch, was concealed his doom.
And though his demise he might despise.
But that thought proked me, my feelings rise.
And kept in my joints, was a nuisance.. to him.
Those same finger joints were infused with...
a blade with which.. his old life will fade
away from hence, the candle light dismays.
and darkness doesnt fall, it begins to tumble.
and o how i hate the index ring and thumb though.
Thats when i heard his breath... in, out, in out.
My wandering thoughts have been found.
His eyes awake and that then sounds.
Like an alarm.. in my head,
I put that knife near his head.
He screams.............. I laugh
My smile beams, in fact, then I grasp
his throat and choked his life
his neck within my joints.. and I'm loving it.
Remembering my poison, then I'm shoving it
Down his throat and hope to see him hope
To stay alive, so he's fightin' and I'm overcoming him.
moans in horror before, his head hits the floorboards
Then i hear a crack and im feeling his joints stiffin.....
.... then Alas I hear them no more.
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