A midnight kill --iCyFiRe

I can hear your soft cry in the night,
my heart beats faster, I can feel it in my chest.
I can almost hear your flesh rip,
and see the warm blood soak into the sheets.
I feel a tear roll down my face,
I can't find the strength to stand up,
I feel so incredibly weak.
I find it in myself to get out of bed,
and slowly make my way to your bedroom.
I pause,
as I hear your whimpering behind the closed door.
My hand carefully makes it's way to the doorknob,
heartbeat increased.
I throw open the door,
to find you lying in your own blood.
The footprints of a boot lead to the window,
which is open as the wind blows the curtains.
I freeze in terror,
I cannot speak nor move.
My eyes are focused on yours,
your frozen expression that is to be your last,
I can see it : fear.
Moments pass, seems like forever,
I pick up your phone,
a phone which you have talked to many friends on,
friends that you will never see again.
Before I get the chance to dial those three simple numbers,
I glance over to the window.
I see a man staring in,
the next thing I know a gun is pointing at me.
I feel myself fall,
grasping onto my chest,
I am down.
We lay together,
blood mixing,
me and you : mother and daughter.
Murdered and left behind.
Together.

--iCyFiRe
**7/22/02

Uhh...Yeah..Obviously this is a fictional poem, I don't have a daughter (I'm 15) and I'm obviously not dead. LoL Thanks for reading

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