Killer
I'd always wondered, dreamed really,
How it all could feel
The world awash in currant marble
Glistening from my skill
I only plan perfectionism;
A mind as sharp as ice
To put my practice to the test
I find my first device
Never had I known before
A feeling such as this
For when I felt his last breath draw
My veins went warm
Like piss
Now I'm on a number that,
Is really, beyond 'fine'
But worry not, it won't be you.
You kindly finished my rhyme
AUTHERS NOTE: This is NOT biopic!
Copyright © Lucas Smith | Year Posted 2024
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