The Starlite Cafe
· Dark Poetry
· Sort by: Date · Title · Poet ·
Dark Poetry Customize Your Starlite Cafe 
 Title   [ Click any title below to view poem ]  Poet More From Poet  Date
 Murder in the operating room randy-johnson        (More) 4/18/2014
 “Cry in the Night” persiankhushi        (More) 4/18/2014
 Bound mizclaws        (More) 4/18/2014
 And No One Knew silentone        (More) 4/17/2014
 Howling At The Moon mizclaws        (More) 4/17/2014
 Disfiugred Thoughts cambridge_train        (More) 4/15/2014
 Death In The Family. Truenobleman        (More) 4/13/2014
 Dark Soul David Harris        (More) 4/12/2014
 Black Abyss David Harris        (More) 4/11/2014
 Broken cambridge_train        (More) 4/11/2014
 Poison Rainn        (More) 4/10/2014
 The Following..... mizclaws        (More) 4/10/2014
 Dark Nights mizclaws        (More) 4/10/2014
 “Myself and Them” persiankhushi        (More) 4/8/2014
 Demon Lover mizclaws        (More) 4/8/2014
 Midnight's Tease mizclaws        (More) 4/8/2014
 A Single Call mizclaws        (More) 4/7/2014
 Low pixiwritter        (More) 4/7/2014
 One Step Closer to Death pamschwetz        (More) 4/6/2014
 Darkness Aware Lostangel        (More) 4/6/2014
 Box Girl Annie-Part 2 mizclaws        (More) 4/5/2014
 Box Girl Annie mizclaws        (More) 4/5/2014
 Life's eternal shade Lostangel        (More) 4/4/2014
 A benign dance Jeepstar        (More) 4/4/2014
 Shadow People mizclaws        (More) 4/4/2014
 Up By The Hill norman        (More) 4/3/2014
 Running Blessed614        (More) 4/3/2014
 Teen Obsession mizclaws        (More) 4/3/2014
 Strange is the grip of death dissolvedlines        (More) 4/1/2014
 Nightmare Alley mizclaws        (More) 4/1/2014

Search: Pen Names Poem Titles    Searching Help
Sort By:
If you don't remember the full name of the poet or poem your are searching for, just type in the first few letters. To narrow your search enter as much information as you can. For a more exact search select "Exactly Matching".

Murder in the operating room

I'm a doctor who murdered a man in the OR.
I lost my medical license and I'm behind bars.
The b*stard took a life with his gun.
The person who he killed was my son.

He fooled the jury into believing that he was innocent.
I was so angry and I made sure that Hell was where he was sent.
When he killed my son, I was blinded by rage and devastation.
When I had that animal in the OR, I botched the operation.

I ask myself if others would do what I did and I believe they would.
When I saw that heartless monster flatline, it felt so damn good!
I was convicted of first degree murder and now I'm on death row.
If you're wondering if I'm sorry for what I did, the answer is no.

(This is a fictional poem.)

  • See more poems by randy-johnson
  • View this poem
  • Comment on this poem
  • | Home |

    ©1995 - 2014