He asked me to do it
Does this not excuse the crime?
Sure he is dead now
But the fault is not all mine
He asked me to take his life
I only did as I was told
That bold move
I chopped off his head
With one swipe of the cord
His head rolled off
As if it were an onion on a cutting board
YOU ARE READING
Words of 1000 lost children
PoesíaThis is a book of poems written by @_alyyboo and I and they are based on the lives of characters we've created in our minds. Some of which are based off of people we know in real life and their somewhat tragic tales. The number 1000 is not an exagge...
