Elliott Paul Woolhouse

Rookie (13/4/1993 dd/mm/yyyy / Greymouth, New Zealand)

Killer - Poem by Elliott Paul Woolhouse

I rip you, I shred you,
I tear you from life,
I am the evil man,
To me you are the dead,
I will kill you for fun,
I am the serial…
[Killer] That’s what I am,
[Killer] Just try and run,
[Killer] You will go down,
[Killer] you wear my crown.
Try to call the police,
There is no chance of that,
You shall fail in this,
Your pathetic quest,
The decision you made,
Will again make me a,
[Killer] That’s what I am,
[Killer] Just try and run,
[Killer] You will go down,
[Killer] You wear my crown.



we have the place surrounded,
Come out with your hands up!
No, No, How did they find me?
we’re going to give you to the count of ten,
You, You, told them
( 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10.)
Don’t come any closer or I’ll kill her.
Just calm down we can work this out.
No, No, No, Argh! ! ! ... {Gun shot sound}.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2008



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