Killing so Much

by PYRAlovesTRAVIS   Sep 14, 2007


Blood on the floor, blood on my hands, blood on the blade of the knife. His dead body on the floor, knife wounds on my arms, knife wounds on his chest. He tired to kill me, so I killed him instead.

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  • 17 years ago

    by willowoman

    Wooooooooo that a great poem but i hope its not really true

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