To all the rapist, you sick son of a bitches. I am one for one, at this point. You think you are so strong, in your little mind. In your little world. Why dont you step into mine. Such a strong man, and see what you find. taste what one other has felt. When he dared to take, from a women i know. Instead of it being freely given. She told me what happened you sick fuck! She cried, and trembled, as she retold. Such tears of pain, soaking my shirt where her head was tucked. And i was in a wonder, that she let a man hold her still. After what you did. Now you beg and plead, what happened bad ass, lost your nerve? Now that i made you bleed. Didnt even see me sneak in the un-locked door. Dont you feel me? As i creep to your back, gliding over the floor. And i knocked you out cold, with my bat. One swing partnered by a loud fuckin crack. Damn! now here you are layed out flat. Now i got you tied, to your wooden chair. With your hands flat upon the table. I slap your rapist face, i need you awake for this. Your eyes are bigger then dinner plates, as i remove from my backback, what other men would call common place. My 16 oz. ball peen hammer, in my hand. and i smile as i see sweat roll upon your face. And in a mighty swing arc, you bring forth a scream of agony. As the hammer contacts your hand, in a sickening crunch. "Did she scream like you are, when you hurt her", i scream, spiting in your face. I swing to the other. Damn! starting to look like roast beef, i think, as you cry and whine. "no, no, no, please dont, please dont! stop! stop!" and i dont hear you, just like you didnt hear her. You fucking bastard! I keep on swinging, and you, and you keep on screaming. probly just like she did. Just like building a house, many, many nails. I stop when i realize, your quiet. And your hands are nothing, but two ruined bloody stumps. You fucking passed out, i slap you again. And as i look into your rapist eyes. I see your barely there, so i do the world a favor. And cut your throat, with your own kitchen knife, a neat little smile, right under your chin, from ear to ear. Now you die with a gaping red smile, just like the one you wore, when you raped her. Now your body six feet under, and i know your soul, is even deeper. burning in hell. And later if i should follow, cause of this deed. I will not cry. Cause there you will be, free of body. Now i can kill your soul. And then my promise, will now be kept, complete. And then the angel you raped, can now rest safely in sleep.
Reason for writing:
I have a mother and a sister, i was raised primarily by women. I have been brought up to respect them, i cant even lift my hand up to them, at the worst of times. I cant fathom rape, it is the worst thing in the world a man can take from a women. And if it happens to one of my women, the prohecy will ring true. For all the women who dont have men who beleive like me in their life, im sorry!
Birth sign: Scorpio
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