Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Written Confession

A candle flickers on my desk

Where I sit sipping glass of scotch.

The sight of you, somewhat grotesque,

But I don't mind and let you watch.

Me writing out my vengeance done

Upon you for all of your bad.

I am an unforgiving one.

Finally you drove me so mad.

Before I knew it I lashed out

As you just stood there taunting me.

So with butcher knife I slashed out

And made my vengeance come to be.

Do ink my piece from your blood red,

Dip my quill in your severed head.