killing machine

killing machine

A Poem by winter;lyra

i figured
two pills, not one
gone air borne with half a pair

i figured
cuz it's mine not yours
must dust cause why trust

lurk
in the streets, loud weapon in sheath
system check complete
sweat depleted
do they bleed

© 2018 winter;lyra


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Added on June 22, 2018
Last Updated on June 22, 2018