I wonder
A poem about my guilt,

I wonder...
Why i see the boy's face when i close my eyes at night,
I wonder...
Why i did it,
I wonder...
Whether it was evil demons that possessed my body that done it,
I wonder...
What he'd be doing now,

I wonder...
If i really meant to kill him
I wonder...
Why he didn't cry
I wonder...
Whether i'll ever ever do it again,
I wonder...
But i got away with it, so i don't need to again

mwuhahahaha
(Abusive Eskimo - My post is here, at the bottom, Fri 12 Aug 2005, 0:48, Reply)