(Untitled)

May 31, 2005 00:33

Night falls
The cool wind
Blows
Nothing like a breeze
To put tension
At ease
My breath
In the air
Indicates
It is okay to kill
The knife
In my hand
Hesitates
While the victim
Sleeps
Still
This cool wind
Blows
From the west
To put
Tension
To rest
I have gone
This far
I have done so much
But this time
Has been waiting
And I thrust
I thrust
Thrust.

Leave a comment

Comments 3

lucky13 May 31 2005, 11:44:36 UTC
You little fucker.

I was wondering who the hell was IMing me with those nasty comments, hahha.

Of course, it's you! I should've known. -_-

Reply


butifulychaotic June 1 2005, 17:46:34 UTC
I like it.

Reply

noplaceinmymind June 2 2005, 09:53:33 UTC
it's called too much boredom and cold case files on a & e.

Reply


Leave a comment

Up