Free Killer

by Debra   Mar 14, 2005


He wiped his hands
On his filthy shirt
His sin now hidden
Under the dirt

No one knew
That he had just made a kill
That he had done it
On his own free will

He wiped the blood
From his knife
Almost as quickly
As he had taken the life

He slowly got up
And walked away
Acting like
It was a regular day

The body was now hidden
Under the ground
And since no one was there
It was never found

The pain he caused
He will never see
But for the rest of his life
He will walk free

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