Poem from my ancient notebook... Made this 7 years ago. MURDER!!!
Murder, murder, let us play
let me end you with this knife
slowly I will chop your hands
the blood flowing out, what fun
I will pull your eyeballs out
and your tongue too, blood come out
one by one your teeth will fall
ugly nails, they marked the wall
fingers I will dice them all
I smile sweetly, blood and all
hearing you scream feels so right
it comforts me, every night
once morning comes, I will hide
another playmate I will find
hope that it will be as fun
once we start, go on and run.
:D
