Untold secrets

by Justin   Oct 1, 2006


She cries at night when she thinks I dont hear her.

But what she does'nt no is Im crying along with her,

Night after night this routine goes on.

I cant let her find out my little secret I have,

Oh what would she do if she found out I was

What she heard outside of her bedroom at night.

I stand out in the cold and study my pray,

I wait for the night the full moon is set.

She walks outside I cant take it no more

I grab the axe and I put it into her back.

I throw her over my back before somebody

Seen me, Im running down the road with a dead corpse.
Fallowed by a trail of blood,

She starts to make a sounds, I throw her into the ditch and

Then put the axe into the back of her cranium.

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