It curls around them like a cat
It wisps around looking for others to haunt
I know what it really is
A stone cold killer
A reaper, chemicals are it's scythe
They make a deal with death
Losing one minute with each ghost released.
I was told government doesn't have professional killers.
Yes, the government does.
The killers are in the disguise of cartons,
The goverment let's us buy their killer.
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I am Water #Wattys2016
PoetryThis is a poetry book, with all of my original poems. Enjoy! All pictures used are mine, including the cover.