The Murderer
17 May, 2005
Author: Holly
You touched my arm.
Had all the charm,
Of a dead body.
If it wasn't for the irony,
I'd have no reason to laugh at all..
I'm laughing now.
Blame my parents,
For my ways.
Oh these immortal days.
Let me anaesthetise you.
Slip something in your drink.
Now you can't think.
Your heart will race.
Don't look at my face.
Just feel my breath.
No longer can I hear you breathing.
You're on the receiving,
End of the knife.
You tried to stop me doing this.
You touched my arm.
Remember that?
Why would you.
Afterall, I killed you too.
------- Author's Notes -------
This is written from the point of view of a murderer. I don't condone murder by any means, but there's a part of me that understands what drives people to do it. |
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