David Lomenick - Bad Day

Slashed,
blood on the wall.
Raped,
ripped open shirt.
It all started with a stalk,
walk away from the day your paranoia kicked in.
you accepted him,
his devilishly innocent grin.
deep dark secrets of his past,
your last day was his first.
you wished for the best,
but you got the worst.

David Lomenick

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bad-day-9/