Murder Me Not
Once upon a time, I dreamt of kills
Chasing blood running with chills
Learned of ways to gain new skills
My life now, has its unending thrills.
This passion of mine for fearful souls
To dig them quietly beneath each holes
To satisfy this thirst, I set my ungraceful goals
To cage of each anew mortal roles.
And not a decade long, I want more
But where to set my another chore
A question that made me think once more
Of hearts and souls I have made soar.
And murder me not, I prayed silently
Undo thy craving pains of so violently
Where has mercy gone in these flying years?
Why show me a side of no fears?
Copyright © Sarah Jabri | Year Posted 2012
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