Oh, You're back to me and the hunger
returns
I told myself I was done for good
All the memories of all the pictures
burned
I see them dancing
My heart begins to pound

I didn't make a sound
They didn't see me coming
The lights are left on
The curtains left wide

One scream it's over
I lay them side by side
Holding each other

I'll be there in the morning with a smile
on my face
I'll be there in the morning to start it all
again

Boy you caught me read handed
You've got no f***ing clue what you just
got yourself into
Panic runs down your leg, seeing me kill
again
You just got yourself caught and you
don't even know it
On the drive you get the rush to pull the
gun on me
We make the stop, it's time to be set free

Oh, the bullets gone
I take the spade I slit your throat
You fall into your grave I cover up my
tracks I'm done
I won't kill again
I said that's it I'm done

I'll be there in the morning with a smile on my face
I'll be there in the morning to start it all
again

NO! she's
Daddy's little girl
she wasn't meant to be another me
But it's the scissors to my f***ing throat

NO! She's
Daddy's little girl
She wasn't meant to be another me
But it's the scissors to my f***ing throat

lol very interesting poem choko very violent but its a good poem

Nice try

By the way, this fits more to "Stories / Simulation / Art -- Poetry", so I'll move it there.

[moved to "Stories / Simulation / Art -- Poetry" forum]

Yikes. Nice job, Choko, but... what exactly were you thinking when you wrote this? It's... how do i say it... detailed, and, um, descriptive. I still think it's a great poem, though. Pretty intense, and did a great job of portraying it's mood. Nice job