My hands are stained red What have I done? I look down at the mangled body By class mate lays still It all comes back to me I lost control I stumble and fall I killed her But... What's this feeling Inside of me? Satisfaction? And... Glee? I lick my finger tips Her blood still warm and soft I could still taste her sweet screams on my tongue I shuddered Maybe just one more...
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