I would like to know what people think please.
All around me I see what it was that you wanted.
It sickens me, the stench of the dead.
Their voices whisper to me.
They want justice.
Death whispers a list of ways for me to kill you.
I smile so evilly.
He's right they're all right.
You do deserve to die.
You're the reason why innocent blood has been spilled.
Well not any more.
I will put a stop to you.
As I lean over your sleeping body with the butcher knife to your throat,
Death stands by me giving me an encouraging smile.
The innocent ghost of the ones you killed that Death can't take home until they have their justice stand by watching.
And I shall give them their justice.
Pressing the knife down harder I slit open your throat.
Your eyes fly open.
Shock flickers over your face as your hands try to cover your throat.
But the blood keeps spilling, pooling around the sheets.
I smile as you die.
I've done what I was meant to do.
I have given the innocent souls their justice.
For I am justice of the dead.
Arts of the Midnight
Where time is not a boundary for dreams.
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