I DON'T LIKE TO KILL,
AND I WONT,
AGAIN LET'S BEGIN
WITH A STORY I WROTE;
emerged from the darkness
looking like darkness,
tools equipped for the mission;
sharp metal wiring,
heavy duty gloves to allow me
to handle the wire,
Burnadette,
and my mitts;
eyes opposite of r.e.d,
but I'm high as a Chinese kit,
peeped him for 14days,
2weeks to creep
before he flees the country;
to the beat of the drum,
stepped correct as he tripped
over sharp metal,
on the ground looking up at death;
pistol(Burnadette) in her holster,
didn't know what to expect,
asking for help and pleading for life,
choked him out
without explanation,
loving his blank expression;