Kill Me Poem by Aaron Mac Lean

Kill Me



Pour the anti-freeze down my throat

don't feed me so my stomach bloats

drown me in the river

but your not very clever

strangle me beat me and stab me

no matter what you do i wont be there

no more air

i guess its fair

i was your problem

i was your friend

your foe

but thats not so

just bury me near your conscience

cause its no coincidence

its just death.

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Joseph Poewhit 13 January 2009

Tiny aroma of the old grim reaper

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Aaron Mac Lean

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the valley of trees, New Hampshire
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