he's out of control and he doesn't know how to stop it
With shiver tears and fear. He got a problem, he admit
Sitting on the grass fill with dew, night lurks above him
He feels his fate is coming, his life for a good future is slim
Tree's whisper, leaves making sounds. this is a bad night
Staying trying to conceal oneself, from unleashing his insight
He grasp a hold of the ground, pushing himself to stand up
Lightning strikes, thunder roars. The good is dawning to a pulp
Like being trapped in a dark cage, he's trapped in the abyss
It's done, the unleash of it The smell of the new is so fresh
Rains drop slowly on him, washing the good from his soul
His heart is like an dead rose, it's turned black like a charcoal
he walks and walks. Step by Step, it's the merging of a grim reaper
Murder weapon in his hand. It shines, it's sharp, it's an cleaver
Still the good in him, is trying to escape but it's lock in a cage
His brows in a downward vertical position, showing the rage
Finally he reaches his destination. With wet hands, he turns knob
Thunder sound erupts behind his back. Still the good is in fog
He walks in, the silent makes him curious, but still he's a lunatic
Heavily breathing from his lungs to the nostrils. ooo he's so caustic
Water dripping and trace of his foot-prints, goes up to the stairs
Trying to be silently he can be. Anger signaling please beware
Again with wet hands, he turns a knob but with careful ness
Now the door fully open, like an open soul that's not protected
He takes advantage from it, putting his wet hands over the lips
Eyes fully open, but he see's the cleaver, so he knows to be quiet
But the extinguish erupts, by the sound of scream from a women
In seconds, it was back to silence. The cleaver leaked blood from it
The man tears starts to crawl on the lunatic hands, with sounds of whimper
But in seconds, that whimpering sounds was shut, by the cleaver
.
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The morning shines on his face, while his body on the ground in the grass
Still hiding in the bushes, he wakes up by the sound of the ambulance that bypass
Head-ache he starts to feel. With laziness’ to get up He lays back down
As he did, he felt this wetness, and it reeked. Shock on his face erupts as he saw
.................................................. ...................The cleaver with blood on the ground

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Smartone Freal: oh so u DO have plans of turnin str8
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Smartone Freal:
ITawAPuddyKat: Lol, all smiles aren't we? Lol
Smartone Freal: lol yea i cant hide what i think bout u
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ITawAPuddyKat: ...Oh, what DO you think about me? Lol
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