silent murder
As I lay my head on bed
it felt in my fell
was about to shoot
but my mind got through shuts
I am a silent killer ...
as he smells my presence ..
i made him see through me
the sore never gets me far
Did I ask it wrong ...?
perhaps he does....
I was never cruel
but I killed the inner soul o him ..
he's dead ,,,
I murdered him ...
the fear with tears strikes my soul ...
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