I quickly tire of hearing you scream,
as i glare at you my eyes beam,
soon, you do not know, you will be dead,
and will regret every word you said,
as i stab you, the knife i twist,
I will feel the death i have long missed,
deep down, you know that you deserved it,
this gift i give you i hand you with pleasure,
and this memory i will treasure forever............
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i feel like this all the time but i suppose trhat comes with being a 'lette cuz pretty much every 'lette i know has alot of pent up anger lol we clowns love killing (: MMFCL -Caitlyn