January 30, 2015
Cold as ice,
you never thought twice.
With her blood all over the floor.
Her screams are no more.
That evil laugh you had,
has finally pass.
You're sitting there, pleased with yourself for what you've done.
T.v. turned on,
news going off.
They talked about the sweet girl you kept for days; starving, rapping, then finally killing her.
The day they catch you,
will be the day you die.
You'll be screaming,
"Murder! Murder!",
just like her.
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The Poems
PoetryJust random poems I've written over the years. Some are depressing but others are happy. so... Enjoy~!
