Yet another homicidal poem. Should 13 year olds really be writing stuff like this? Who cares! Hehe. I’d like to thank my class for inspiring me to write this. Be afraid, be very afraid.

Praying for peace,

A silent release,

The beauty of a knife,

The end of a life.

The sweet thrust while stabbing,

To end all the laughing,

The wonderful sound of screaming,

And a face of relief, beaming.

A blood stained wall,

No voice left to call,

One cursed soul,

Trapped in that dark hole.

Images of death fly by,

As all the people die.

A tortured mind,

Leaving loved ones behind,

As the knife goes into her black heart,

After tearing everyone’s lives apart.

Exactly what I'd love to do to my class. Fun. And if anyone in my class read that.... Don't worry. I won't really kill ya. See ya!