some people need to just die
they need to just go away,
and never come back- any day
but it takes restraint not to kill
and not to turn them into bloated corpses
for an innocent to find…
at least that is what the table behind me would say…
they pretend not to notice me
and i do my best to ignore them
although, there are times in which a nicely placed blade
or a few bullets to the head,
could assure my safety, and secure their deaths.
i wonder if these are the thoughts that every writer of death must have
in order to find peace among the words and their literary goals
who really knows.
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