But then an hour later,
A crashing noise they heard...
Friends forever we say,
as on this grassy hilltop we lay...
I look up into the jet-black sky,
Tears running down my cheeks as I wonder why...
Going to the woods on a sunny day
with a gun in my hand...
I have this little addiction
That they say is bad for you...
Again I sat there cutting,
This time one was too deep...
Every jumper
And every victim...
She tears the flesh
But doesn't make a sound...
This isnt a poem> it's a story < Please comment...
Before you read this I want to let you know that...
Another face in the crowd.
Another voice that is too loud...
Your body lay cold on the ground where I found you
Motionless and still, your cheeks were tainted...
A silent scream,
he murdered one girl...