A/N: this was written a while back. Before I knew how to laugh,
Those Cry's
The moment I heard those cries
I knew what he done
My gift from the good lord
Has died tonight
My flesh was burning red with angry
And eye's glowing with rage
I moment I hear that first scream
I was sicken with pain
Broken
Crushed
The second cry I was stung with rage
Red and hot
Like a flame from the oven
That last cry
I was beaten with hate
Dark and lost
Blacken with fear
Revenge!
The cold rusting bars from the sewer drain
Was lifted beneath my hand
I crawled on the filthy bake house floor
With a compete look of hate
Spreads around my pal face.
I saw it glisten
From the floor
That razor
It felt cold in my hand
As I slid it across his neck
And watched the blood pour
With a couple steps
I walked out of the room
With out looking back
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