Killing Drive Poem by Lev Brekhman

Killing Drive



The crime you only want to commit
Is scavenging you from inside.
It does not have to like your meat,
But has to make you want to die.
The deal is simple, like all life:
You have to eat your killing, drive.

Monday, October 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: crime
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