The piercing sounds of silence
Drawing me to violence
And the long shot gamble
Will make sense of this ramble
A shot at life
for one last time
I hold the knife
I want this crime
the rhyme scheme switched
As well as my thoughts
He laid there and twitched
and now he rots
I felt so bad
At what I had done
But the flashing lights
told me to run

03/20/2009

Author's Note: This poem is messed up on so many levels (including the switching rhyme scheme) and was written simply because I was trying to change my style and to intertain. I don't need help, it was just improve gone negetive.

Posted on 03/20/2009
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