Murderer

I Do Not Enjoy Killing.

 

A Curse Came With My Being,

An Undying Murderer Who Lived

Before Time And Schemed

Every Conceivable Crime.

Most Believed I Thrived Through Slaying.

Though I Lift the Breath Of Each Victim To Ensure Their Passing,

 

Though I Bathed Myself In Their Warm Gore And I Though I

Squander By Their Frames Of Worms,

I do Not Love What I DO.

 

I Am Tired!

I Say, I Am Tired!

I Say, I Am Tired!

 

Around And Around Through Earth

I Roam And Sup On The Groans Of

The Dying. I Cannot Sleep, Or For A

Second Lay My Restless Head.

None Will Recognize Me As I Pass

I Am Death A Mere Middle Man

 

~Kelly Vang~

Done