Mind of a Psycho
you think you know me but you dont i see what others see in your eyes you
just dont know it yet as i slice open your neck with my blade and let
the blood run down your neck in a stream of blood i hear you gasping to
breath without a care you mean nothing to me now and you mean nothing to
me later you are no longer the one i can trust you are just as the rest of
the ones i have killed before with this stream of blood flowing into a river
as i walk away holding nothing back letting your body lie their on the ground
without a care in the world leaving you lay their for wild animals to feast upon.
Copyright © Brenda Barricklow | Year Posted 2011
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