Mind Of A Murderess Poem by Cassandra Hooper

You build these walls
Inside of walls inside of walls
That make up these halls
Inside of halls inside of halls
I'm going out of my mind
Your voice makes me kill
I want to see your blood on the floor
No I'm not sick maybe a little bit ill
I'll make you fear
I'll make you cry
I'll make you beg
And you know why
Don't play dumb
Or I'll cut out your brain and make you so
I'll gouge out your eyes
Take them out real slow
Keep em' in a jar
Well don't they look so pretty
Ha guess you wouldn't know
Well isn't that a pity
But it doesn't stop there
No we're just getting started
Lets begin by carving you a smile
So we can keep this lighthearted
Oh deary me
You're bleeding out
No no save your strength
Its no use to shout
Tsk Tsk keep your teeth to yourself
Bite me again
And they'll end up on my shelf
They'll go in a jar
Right next to your eyes
Then we'll play surgeon
And fill your gut with flies
They'll fester
And they'll breed
Till they escape through your mouth
And your stomach starts to bleed
This is becoming unhealthy
Guess we gotta call the doctor
He says theres nothing he can do
And they gotta bring the helicopter
But they'll be way too late
Sucks for you
Should've seen this coming
Now theres nothing they can do
So close your eyes and say goodnight
So very sad you didn't out up a fight