So jetzt nochmal xD Für die, dies schon gesehen haben, Watty hat mein Gedicht nicht angezeigt, ich glaub es war nicht so begeistert davon xD Vielleicht sollte ich das als Zeichen sehen xD

(Heute mal wieder ein Gedicht auf Englisch, es ist eher ziemlich schlecht als Recht xD Ich glaube das Dichten in der Sprache, lass ich mal lieber bleiben xD)

TW: Gewalt, Blut, Tod

A boy stood on a chair;

A knife on his throat.

There's only one option,

He thought by himself.

He will die.

So he stood and was quiet.

He ever an ever thought,

There's no other way.

And remained motionless

For a very long time

On this chair.

Once he saw a girl

With a knife

In her hand.

She smiled at him

And waved.

Blood dripped

Onto the floor.

The ends of his chair

Turned red.

Both eyes were missing.

She left with a snort.

Another girl came

Into his field of vision.

Her face had disappeared

Under a large flesh wound.

One of her arms was gone.

She stood still for a while.

After that while

She laughed,

Than she went too.

When the third girl came in,

He closed his eyes firm.

So he didn't see,

That she nodded knowingly

And then stabbed the knife

In her chest

With a smile.

When her body touched

The blood spattered ground,

She peacefully walked

Towards hell.

He opend his eyes.

And so he knew

There's more

Than one option.

So he took the knife

Off his throat

And jumped of the chair

His shoes turned red.

And he smiled.

Shining.