Dated 15-June-2001
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thoughts of killing
slowly filling
running through my head
anger building
stress not yielding
soon they will be dead

here, I’m going
they’re not knowing
what I’ll say or do
“on me pissing
to me dissing
I’ll just run them through”

thrust a dagger
see them stagger
falling to the floor
watch them dying
down there lying
like a little whore

now I’m drinking
their blood, thinking
of my grizzly deed
people screaming
police teaming
I pay them no heed

soon I’m lying
laughing, crying
pistol to my head
in deed basking
now I’m asking
“is the asshole dead?”

“yes!” they’re saying
past my braying
tears of joy I cry
’bout my killing
offer willing
“they just had to die.”