i'm over the sappy pathetic stories <br />i wanna write poetry about my glories <br />either that or killing, its a two track mind <br />speakin' of either one of 'em helps me unwind <br />the whole death thing used to unease me <br />but now every single part of it intrigues me <br />lately i've been thinkin' my two tracks may have met <br />my stories of glory used to be my stories of regret <br />to kill was just a thrill but now its my joy and pride <br />i really never thought the two would ever coincide <br />guilt is no longer a feeling i must endure <br />with bloody hands still, i feel so good and pure <br />the faces of the lives that i took no longer haunt my dreams <br />i dont hear the beggin' 'n' pleadin' or those awful screams <br />so late at night when my dirt is done and my victim is turning cold <br />i rest my head on my pillow and wonder what tomorrow will hold.<br /><br />lil miss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-think-they-think-i-m-sick/
