Born A Killer
Mom said I was born a killer
Dad never cared to disagree
Always been avoided
Why was everyone against me?
Numb in the mornings
Always tired from lack of sleep
Never knew what happened at night
No one cared to explain to me
Sulked in the shadows
Finally a moment of clarity
Blood on my hands
Appalled by a horrid sense of reality
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The Depths Of An Empty Mind
PoetryA collection of poems, inspired by the random and not so random things that happen in life...
