Murder Night

August 23, 2010
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That night

no one forgets

when I come home

with blood on my hands

laughing with no humor

saying the deed was done

and it should've been done sooner

The knife was in my hand

glinting with red beauty

shining with purpose

and a sense of finished duty

They asked me what happened

i screamed in there face

then the cops came out

and i had my first taste of mace

the jail cell had no bars

only white soft walls

they wrapped me in a jacket

and i started to crawl

must kill the rest

must kill them all.

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