"We need to kill"
She said it with an exuberant voice.
"You need to listen"
She turned around and look at me.
"Its not a joke"
Why would I want to know?
She turned back, sat down
As I stared at her.
We're not the same age
But we know we have something in common
Is the decadence that brings us down and kills us slowly
I'll be her fist victim
She has never said it
But in her malignant look
Some mental problems
Is what she has, and I'm afraid she might...
She hates me badly
Even thought I never did something
I can't stop it
Her anger is growing more every single day
As I walk in no direction
Trying to find a solution to escape
As I disperse..
Trying to make her understand everything is not despair..
