AssassinA Poem by HachamechaTorture Pain Death
These words d onot mean anything to the ones who don't understand
but you and I understand we understand their meaning that's why you're afraid
I am a killer paid to kill many call this job as an assassin
But to me a killer is a killer titles mean nothing
I get paid to kill I get chosen the most because I have the skill to kill most efficiently
Pleas mean nothing I do not flinch I do not say sorry
I am not cold-hearted for I am dying inside
I kill but I'm the one dying carrying the dead with me
My knives stained red my bullets replaced everyday one bullet is one life I go through a hundred everyday
People of all ages despise me hate me sometimes, pity me
and there are the ones who want revenge © 2011 Hachamecha |
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Added on November 27, 2011 Last Updated on November 27, 2011 AuthorHachamechaLedyard, CTAboutI don't write much anymore. I will though. I'll find my muse. She just died along with my will. 39~ -Hachamecha more..Writing
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