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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I don't glorify it, but murder's on my mind Sometimes it feels like the only way to leave it all behind But I know it's wrong, and I try to keep it in check Still, the urge to kill is a monster I can't neglect I see red when I'm angry, and I hear voices in my head Telling me to pick up that knife and leave someone dead It's a battle I fight every day, a war I can't win But I won't give in, I won't let that darkness in Murder, murder, it's a game that's never won Blood on my hands, I can never outrun The consequences of my actions, the lives I've taken But I can't stop, I'm addicted to the thrill of the breaking Sometimes it's justifiable, sometimes it's just revenge But other times it's senseless, a life ended for no end I've seen it all, I've done it all, I'm a killer to the core But I won't go down without a fight, I won't let them keep score They call me a monster, a psychopath, a freak But they don't know the half of it, the pain I have to keep It's a cycle of violence, a never-ending cycle of pain But I'll keep on killing, until I can't feel the rain Murder, murder, it's a game that's never won Blood on my hands, I can never outrun The consequences of my actions, the lives I've taken But I can't stop, I'm addicted to the thrill of the breaking I don't know how to stop it, this thirst for blood But I won't let it consume me, I won't let it flood My soul with darkness, with hatred and despair I'll keep on fighting, until there's no one left to care
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