The thrill of the hunt

I hide in the shadows Waiting for sounds from the hollow I see them walk under me now Yes to kill them how My imagination thinking homocidal thoughts Yet no matter how hard they fought I'd pull out my knife Stab them in the thigh Then watch em try to run My the show is just too much fun They get slower with every step I get my knife prepped Then throw it at their I now stand before them as I watched them bled
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Nice poem.
I wish I still had poetry in me.
I don't understand the note you left me. Oh well.
[Anonymous]
Why thank ya. I try to pic out the best in Pics.... Just kidding.
its official, i love you.
[Anonymous]
Oh I see. I just didn't know, is all.
[Anonymous]
im so sorry i dissappeared on AIM :S

you can hit me

-rhia