I come to you place,
and kick down your door,
as the door flies open...
I close the distance across the floor.
You're confused,
as I grab you by the hair;
scared and angry...
you scream and swear.
You thought and you tried...
to rape my wife;
but now it's time,
to forfeit your life.
As I act on my plan,
to make my kill;
I hope it was worth it...
your little thrill.
I drag you,
to the bathroom floor,
pausing to fill the tub,
and close the door.
You try to escape,
as you crawl,
I grab you again...
and throw you to the wall.
Not like raping,
young women...is it?
A role reversal,
your death universal.
Stunned hitting the wall,
down to the tub you fall.
I waste no more time...
your life is mine.
Your life in my hands,
what a thrill...
holding you in the tub,
as it starts to fill.
You try to beg...
for one more time;
before your head goes under...
the water line.
You gurgle...
and scratch;
but against my fury,
you're no match.
As I hold you,
giving you no last breath,
and as I baptize you...
in this death.
You keep begging,
I can't hear a sound;
holding your head under,
until you drown...
Joshua Fegley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drown-3/
