| As I watch his screaming soul His screeching face burns dozens of holes, In my mind where I can't erase The bloodful tears streaming down his tortured face. My heart is pounding harder as my lungs gasp for air. But my mind closes in on the terror I dare. My body goes cold, my eyes fill with water, As I wash the blood off my hands From the man I have slaughtered. ~*Tia White*~ |
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