14 October 2012
Tears of blood from my very first killing.
Somewhat frightning and somewhat thrilling.
The smell of his burning flesh digusts me.
But I know dead is what he should be.
Killing the killer isn't that ironic.
You were a killer so cruel, evil and demonic.
You were never meant to live long.
In hell is where you belong.
So that you can be just another killer.
No longer the main rol in your own thriller.
Now it's time to drag you by your feet.
Another Halloween Poem • Opuss № I