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Cold-Blooded Murder
By Nightmare_Evil
Nothing pleases me more,
Than the sight of your body on the floor,
Screaming for mercy, and forgiveness.
You taught me a lesson
Which could not be forgot.
Corrupter of inocience
My very soul rots.
I thank you for teaching me how to hate.
How to hurt,
How to be fake.
Life is just a game.
In which you hurt the other.
You don't look so strong now.
Rotting and bleeding on the floor.
Caused by the hands of your very own scholar.
Unauthorized Copying Is Prohibited.
Ask the author first.
Copyright 2003 Nightmare_Evil
Published on Tuesday, May 20, 2003.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Cold-Blooded Murder"
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On Thursday, December 8, 2011, TheCreepIngCrow
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wrote:
At least you found a new hobby! Great poem by the way.(:
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On Thursday, May 22, 2003, Saint_Reaper
(203) wrote:
wow, that packs a pretty big statment!!!
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A former member wrote:
"Could not be forgotten," not "Could not be forgot... The other what? Very own scholar?
Non sequitor 'EVERYTHING'... Poetry.com publishes almost anything>>>
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A former member wrote:
Very angry indeed. And Poetry.com will publish anyone. YOU have to pay them to do it and they lie. Those assholes! Such a stupid site! But your work is great!
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On Tuesday, May 20, 2003, IceDragoness
(195) wrote:
it's sad how we get these lessons shoved down our throats, i like this ~Dawn
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