Best Executioners Poems

Sorta reminded me of Salem Witch Trials I've read about in the past
Similarly, in this case people could point and say: "They are in love" and they would
most certainly be given a hornets blast.  Oh they would not cut off the lovers heads 
as...

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Trapped between darkness and light,
the goodness of day,
and the evils of night.

The bonds of sanity are fraying,
becoming too loose...
He's praying,
but I tighten the noose.

I kick away the bucket,
and with a sickening thud,
I see him choking,
his throat filled with blood.

It's a terrifying feeling,
taking away a life...
I...

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Your hands are silent executioners, each finger a hungry guillotine,
Let them glide over me slowly, like penance flowing as a slow river,
Let them cut every last fragment of restraint that still binds us,
This is not seduction, but a butchery of desires hidden beneath the skin.
I...

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Heavy Monday morning,
And I can't Wake up again.
I will support all the slackers,
I want to bury my face in your shoulder.

It's not sad to go together,
Let's go this way.
Let's have a nice Breakfast
And take a walk somewhere.

No one knows about the problems,
Which oppress me in...

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