Why? - Poem by Daisy Buxton
Is this a way to lose your anger?
Killing people having them think you're a stranger?
'All it takes is just one shot! '
But you know that still takes a lot.
You don't know who you're killing,
but still you're willing,
to tear a family,
so they'll never be happy.
You take someone in the middle of the night,
you know inside this isnt right.
The torture starts....
'This is your life? '
You dont care and you pick up a knife.
The person begins to cry,
and you just sigh.
Later that night,
through the moonlight,
you take the dead body into a place unknown.
Only you know what you did,
you lie awake hoping no one will find what you hid.
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