Austin Moore

Rookie (August 18th,1994 / Calgary)

Mind Of A Killer - Poem by Austin Moore

Blood sprays on my cheek, I’ll deal with it later
This couple’s my cheese and I’m their cheese grater

By the clothes they’ve got on, I assume newly wed
Its too bad that her dress got soaked as she bled

I just do it to silence the voice
Some call it a conscience, I call it noise

A psychiatric ward is where I belong
I know in my head; that there’s something wrong

To me, this isn’t some sort of messed up little game
I need to because you left me standing in the rain

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 15, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 15, 2010


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