Through a murderers eyes, they look, they stalk, they feel as if it is what they live for. To kill.. Through a murderers..They want to see blood. But why not their own? They laugh when they kill.. Do they laugh when they die? Through their eyes.. death is what they aim for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Completely describes me... a vampire.. hahaha Rated 10+++++