Weird Sensation

he tormented me for so many years

and severely beat me until I broke

then lost all that power after a stroke

it was my chance, he was going to pay

taking my time to finalize a way

I'll take his last breath, which seemed to be fair

how should I do it, push him down the stairs

or accidentally drown him in the tub

a bit more violent, beat him with a club

too messy a task but I have a plan

make it personal and use my hands

at dusk, everything was in place, on track

tonight's the night his breath I'll extract

I decided on a goose down pillow

with a plastic insert in the middle

using one hand I held the pillow tight

covering his face, he began to fight

with my other hand I blocked every blow

but still felt his breathing through the pillow

I ignored the coughing and the pleading

I heard his heart struggle to stay beating

his life diminishing, softening his screams

then stopped his fighting, arms fell to his side

than silence, question, was he still alive

was it done, finished, was he really gone

I heard a giggle, somehow it seemed wrong

listening closely, the sound came from me

I removed the pillow so I could see

his mouth was open in a silent scream

the dead man's eyes was looking back at me

looking closer, I saw the soul was hiding

Death had a contract and it was binding

drawing out the soul, I could hear it scream

I watched a bit more, it was like a dream

giving Death privacy I closed the lids

I do not have remorse for what I did

after taking his life I was reeling

it was a weird sensation, a feeling

letting Death do his thing deep down inside

I covered up the corpse and said good bye

Copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince