Voice (sucks sorry)

by Alissa   Sep 15, 2007


As i sit alone in room
i start to hear the voices
they call to me
they becon me
they call my name
murder is on their mind
death is in their voice
they cant do
so i must
i must take the knife
and stab her i
must kill her
not for me for them
blood is on my hands now
so now i leave my victom
dead as a winter rose

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