I love it. I mean you.

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Let me forget
let me forget
Or let me go let me go
I'll keep it quiet as a whisper
I'll keep it low low low
Never
The biggest word I ever heard
Stop dead
Stop dead
You're getting too close

Before you even opened your eyes
I moved about a million ways
I killed about a million people
And filled about half a day
Before you even opened your eyes
You had to have to ask me who
I love it
I mean you

My face was in your hands
You looked into my eyes
You said I tasted right
And swallowed me alive
~The bandit’s body slumped to the ground, knees hitting first,followed by the rest.His dead weight pushed dust into the air in a swirling cloud.The blood flowed from his head,splicing like river canals,delaying slightly on pebbles before flowing on through the street.~




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This is a really awesome poem, but I don't like how you doubled phrases twice in a row:

Let me forget
let me forget
Or let me go let me go
I'll keep it quiet as a whisper


You need more than a conjunction between repeated phrases... it's a nice effect, but you can't over-do it or you won't receive the complete effect. You did it really well here:

I'll keep it quiet as a whisper
I'll keep it low low low
Never
The biggest word I ever heard
Stop dead
Stop dead
You're getting too close


You have at least a full phrase in between the repetitions, which I like much better. By the way, I love your closing! Absolutely chilling!!!
Never interrupt your enemy when he's making a mistake... unless it's to remind him that he won't fail... he just won't kill you.




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Did you happen to love a mega mouthed shark? :P
Sorry, lol, I'll be more realistically rational once I get some sleep and stop thinking about how much I love/hate politics and history.



I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good... then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor - such is my idea of happiness.
— Leo Tolstoy