Killing Is For Keeps Poem by Saint Cynosure
Killing Is For Keeps
They turn me on and let me go,
the floor is soaked with blood.
Remnants of what once was life,
is bathed inside the flood.
Wickedness is overcome,
two wrongs do here make right.
Has the death of one within this day,
keeps alive a house by night.
This is what I'm to forget,
this is when I sleep.
But they'll be back again tonight,
cause killing is for keeps...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/4/2024 2:50:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
