the blood is spilled on the floor
cops rushing through the door
a crime scene is called
a dead body on the floor sprawled
they thought it was a thief
I sighed in relief
I'm stupid for being here
I'm stupid to fear
one of the cops are coming closer to me
he's making a call
he has no idea
the murderer is standing behind the wall
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A poem of a serial killer in his perspective ◑▂◑ ...im so bored...
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Şiir[COMPLETED] These are all my own original poems that I have written. You will often find a small message on the last part of the poem where I explain some things about the poem These aren't just lovey dovey sad poems, there is a large variety of poe...
