No Compassion For Killers - Poem by Constantinos Grigoriadis
I killed my feelings...
I killed my dreams...
I killed my hope...
You killed your time...
You killed your beauty...
You killed your future...
We killed our love.
We killed our marriage.
We killed our family.
We are Killers...
But we are still alive and out from the prison!
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