The Killing Woods
As I run and hide like a wolf on
the prowl,
I leap on my prey and begin to
howl,
What have I done to this poor
little girl,
Her body's so lifeless, my head
starts to swirl,
The drugs in my system cause
me to forget,
I feel so frustrated I swear I
could spit,
What happened that night
during our game,
Why didn't she answer when I
called out her name.
Copyright © Nicole Moose | Year Posted 2014
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