******* barking and let me in, Check the form, I wreak of sin, Where's your Master, the man in red, Tell him I'm here, I'm finally dead,
Those ******* people and their lies, so full of ****, I do despise, I couldn't take it anymore. My body, I've left it on the floor, Well, what's left is no good, It's all covered in blood and how do I feel? I feel ******* good!
They smiled at my eyes and lied to my ears, They think I don't know, I've known it for years, I wrote them a note and sealed it away, That note is still here to this very day.
****** poetry by Kaydee.
8 years on and that note is still here. Along with other truths that will live on long after I'm gone. Written with a specific purpose. To accompany the envelope titled 'Dear Voyeurs, Part 8