my hair is soaked with
alot of his blood,
his blood squirts
every where
as i cut his throat open
he slowly dies as
all his blood drains, i
made sure there was
nothing he can do to
stop the bledding
i hear a scream
deep down from his throat,
this not just anyone off the street,
this was my ex boy friend
he broke my heart
now i must end his life as
he screams i pull apart his neck
on ever even thought i had this much
anger in my small broken heart
as he dies i think up a planof how im
going to dispose of his body, i dont
want to barrie it some one might find it
so i will burn it, i'll get gasoline
to pour all over his bloody body
no one sees me so i think
im safe, so i light the match
and burn his body
that is the end of tyler carter
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