I had committed a sin, But I still look clean. No one could see me, So don't be silly I'm still free.
I slit their throat and let the blood flow. I pierced a knife in the heart and make their beats run slow. I cut their ears so that they can't hear me roam around. I burned their tongue so they can't make any sound.
I scoped their eyes so they won't at least cry. I stitched their lips so that they can't utter a lie. I torture them with my hand, and bury them in a land.
It's a crime that I've committed to make them blind, It's a perfect scene I created in my mind. You see I'm not really that kind, Cause I killed people in my mind.
Never be afraid I hate them but I kept it silent, I'll never utter a word or do a thing. I just smiled cause I knew I can't do something about it. I just keep my mouth shut and will keep a secret what's really on my mind.
So my Professor asked me what do I do when I'm mad to a certain person or to people around me. And then it crossed my mind that I do nothing, I kept it all in myself. So I come up with this idea that "what if a person have a mental disorder in which every time she got mad to people, She wants them dead" kind of poetry.