I hastened to finish my dirty deeds
I put the body in floorboard
The broken ligaments in the fireplace
The murder weapon left cooking in the oven
I sat in my seat and waited for the cops to come
They came eager and horrified
The scene they saw below
Lots and lots of blood
They started to comfort me
As if I was heartbroken
A brutal attack it was
And I was the only one who got to see it.
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Lost Memories
PoetryWhen the most deepest memories meet reality and becomes something real, powerful and meaningfully Not just words But words with emotion Will make you read and doubt if your deepest memories are just an illusion or pure reality... Can you handle that...
