MURDER.

Suffer, bleed, drained, I cry.

though sooner or later we ALL die.

but to penetrate my flesh___

w| weapons only visible after there's a lot less.

Could you be any more satisfied w| the mess?

The sorrow you've caused,

grief & pain.

Look at the hearts of my family, the wrist of my friends.

but this is your 4th murder, much more to gain. . .

Grace & finesse, you've displayed.

Suttle killing spree, slowly delayed,

Watching them all slip long ways away.

But you get a kick out of the pain I feel everyday.

It's been long enough for my hatred to grow and my mentality to change.

& to bring back the lives you stolen, would be not only in vain.

But a sin against the Lord, for he holds them close,

W| my tears, while they protect me he let's them rain. . .

Cancer, I see you aren't going to change your ways.

A few more years.

Maybe that plus days.

My family has had enough of your monstrous murdering ways.

?K.Nichole