Suffering
I stand here watching you.Thinking of ways you might die.
Should you suffer or not?
You made me suffer so I'll make you.
I'm in your kitchen.
Getting a knife
I sneak up to your room.
Ahhh.I've been here so many times.
I plunge the knife into your stomach.
Here i start for you arm,leg.
See what you get for leaving me.
At last i stab you in the heart.
Poetry by elizabeth white
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Written on 2007-01-27 at 01:45
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