Hush now whilst I douse you in gas
Just be weary of my match
I run to watch the flames from across the street
And giggle at your feeble screams
"Help me! Help me!" you yell and yell
Nobody else is around, but don't give up now
I like the sound, it makes me calm
Now that I'm relaxed, I think I'll go home
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Deadly Minds
PoetryA book with poems going into the possible minds of killers and what may go through their heads.
