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The mind of a woman beater.

Poetry By: KillMeNow
Poetry


Tags: Murder


The pain of the victim and her innocence, suffering the wrath of a sick mind.


Submitted:Nov 13, 2012    Reads: 29    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The silent laughs from the juvenile child,

As he smashes my head against the wall,

I scream, his eyes go wild.

He takes his eye of the ball,

I try fighting back,

He's in hysterics,

I fall back and he attacks,

The stupid prick.

Bashing me to a pulp,

My head falls slowly,

The smash of the light bulb,

I die painfully.

Blood on the floor,

He giggles.

He feeds off of my sweet pain,

Smiling he walks away...





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