It was dark she was cold her eyes so pretty when they cry the knife in my hand so soon in her gut while blood drain from her now soulless body i lifted her head and said farewell i knew my killings were dark but the feeling was light almost a feeling of pride i put her down and walked back home. None of the killings really bother me.... Well until i head asleep the screams of my victims the cry of help haunt me in my restless sleep as i know one day ill be my own victim.
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Im Not Phsyco Just Different
HorrorI kill for joy i might kill people but what makes me different from you your killing animals we both breath so why call me phsyco Hey guys this may seem short but every Tuesday i will update this story
