Whisper's of the Wind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
I saw him do it.
But they saw me doing it.

Submitted: August 08, 2008

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He takes the knife,
Takes me too.
His eyes stare at me, dark pits
Wishing I was you.
And a deed it is,
But what sort of thing?
I know there's someone people will miss
Now as planned,
Striking with a silent force
He sheds blood everywhere as I stand.
Flying flesh, as I look everywhere,
I dont believe he is taking the life.
How could he possible be doing this
With my fucking knife?
Pacing myself through the unfamiliar hallway,
I sit in the toilet with eyes widened.
I can't breath the black clay,
The air becomes thick and dark.
My heart pounds
And I stand in front of the mirror.
I close my eyes
Count one, two, three in horror.
Open them up
And I hold the butcher knife.
This is impossible
But I hold the unholy scythe.
It wasn't him;
It was me.
He was never there;
Only two and not three.


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