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andy_blue12
andy_blue12 another sad teenager writing poetry
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A murder from a killers point of view.
!!!!!!IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH EASILY OR ARE VERY EASILY UNSETTLED DO NOT READ THIS!!!!!

Murder

A POEM BY:

A POEM BY: andy_blue12

A murder from a killers point of view. IF YOU ARE UNSETTLED EASILY, DO. NOT. READ. THIS. POEM. I don't want to somehow offend anybody, so read at your own RISK.

Thank you,

Thank you, And enjoy!!

Creep up slowly,

Creep up slowly, See the fear in their eyes.

Creep up slowly, See the fear in their eyes. They know the unholy, act

Creep up slowly, See the fear in their eyes. They know the unholy, act that just ahead lies.

"I'm sorry, my sweet."

"I'm sorry, my sweet." I whisper into their ear.

"I'm sorry, my sweet." I whisper into their ear. "My darling, don't weep."

"I'm sorry, my sweet." I whisper into their ear. "My darling, don't weep." My voice adds to the fear

As the lights dim,

As the lights dim, A smile spreads 'cross my face.

As the lights dim, A smile spreads 'cross my face. This ending is grim,

As the lights dim, A smile spreads 'cross my face. This ending is grim, But with the absolute grace.

My hand holds my weapon,

My hand holds my weapon, They shriek, and struggle.

My hand holds my weapon. They shriek, and struggle, With explainable expression.

My hand holds my weapon. They shriek, and struggle, With explainable expression. I'm not here in a hustle.

My arm raises above their chest,

My arm raises above their chest, And violently strikes down.

My arm raises above their chest, And violently strikes down. A rose sticks out of their breast,

My arm raises above their chest, And violently strikes down. A rose sticks out of their breast, They'll no more make a sound.

Yes, I used a rose.

Yes, I used a rose. My weapon of choice.

Yes, I used a rose. My weapon of choice. A tad dramatic, I suppose,

Yes, I used a rose. My weapon of choice. A tad dramatic, I suppose, But that's sorta the point.

Now they have gone,

Now they have gone. And I've plucked the rose from their chest.

Now they have gone. And I've plucked the rose from their chest. Now it resides on my lawn,

Now they have gone. And I've plucked the rose from their chest. Now it resides on my lawn, Above where they rest.

THANK YA'LL FOR READING!! If you made it to the end, thanks. I know it was a lil' long. Please like, and leave a comment. It would mean a lot. If that isn't your style, that's alright too! I still appreciate you reading my poetry! Thanks, andy_blue12.

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