Monday, November 28, 2005

"For Revenge"


KILLING.
I hate doing it, but I must.
After each kill,
I feel I;ve gone nuts.
I must be crazy,
Because I like to feel your last breath.
And to know
That I was the one who caused your death.
It gives me power.
It gives me a thrill.
I feel like a GOD,
After I kill.
Blood on my hands,
Blood on my neck.
So much blood,
It almost makes me sick.
Changed my clothes
Then cleaned the blood up.
Wonder where to bury him,
As I put him in the trunk.
How many more to go?
He was number nine.
As many as needs be.
Till I feel the revenge is mine!
-Kassie
**discalimer** No of course I have never done this. It is fiction idiot.

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