Ten Plus 2

by Seth   Oct 7, 2004


What happened here,
what did you do,
on the floor lay 10 plus 2.

One with a broken neck,
one with a gouged out eye,
one with a bruised body,
one with a dagger, in her thigh.

What made you do this,
why now here,
what made you do this,
was it maybe fear?

One with a slit throat,
one with a bashed in head,
one with a shattered rib cage,
one yet covered, deep in red.

How could you do this,
these people you hardly knew,
what is it that makes you,
do what it is you do?

One with an axe in his back,
one with a pierced heart,
only one left, I think
one with severed body parts.

But that makes 11, not ten plus 2,
better not disappoint,
the last one is you!

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