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My First Time Ever

Poetry By: Bobby Evans
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My first time killing.. The problems that comes with it..


Submitted:Aug 13, 2011    Reads: 16    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


My First Time Ever

My heart pounds as his breath leaves him

All I can hear is the beat of a drum

My heart pounds so loud, I can barley think

Eyes glued open cant even blink

Im so nervous I feel extremely sick

I hope I made the right choices, the right one to pick

I did not know fear was this controlling

Shit a cop, oh he is just patrolling

Wow that about gave me a heart attack

Gotta get the body into this sack

Back of the car is the next place I have to make it to

Get him to the farm its all I gotta do..

Drive slow not to catch any attention

I can only see a small space in front of me because of the tunnel vision

There is headlight in my rear view mirrior

Im shaky as the lights get brighter

The car is right on my tailgate

My mind is going a million miles a minute while I have a mental debate

The feeling I had when the car passed me was such a relief

I thought it was a pig but instead it was just some beef

I pull into the farm and drive past the farmhouse

keeping it slow not to make a peep so I wouldn't even wake a mouse

It wasnt long before I was on the trail I scouted out days before the kill

I tell you this, on this night everything was creepily still

I got to the spot and backed my truck up to the well

I dug a small hole so I would know when to stop when it hit the tires fell

I put the truck in park and shut off the lights and the truck

A coyote howled and my heart literalty hit my stomach

I got out and hoped in bed

The bottom of this well will be the enternal resting place for this certain dead

As I drop him down I top him off with a bag of lime

I check my watch an smile when I relize I'm making great time

I put the lid on and padlock it

I wish I could share my accoplishment with someone but I'll just get silent credit

I will forever be a murderer

I will take this to the grave never will I surrender

By Bobby J Evans





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