Well i think i should come by to apologize for not writing anything for a while but i don't have any new poems...but I do have a little story I wrote in May :P it's probably the only story i ever finished -.-' So I'm going to post it ^^ I hope you like it~~
The little
killer
There was once a
little killer, who did not understand the difference between right and wrong.
He had no name, no past, no age and no hatred.
Even though he
was a little killer, he had the innocence of a baby who could not harm a fly, but
sometimes our surviving instincts are stronger than our conscience. Whenever
the little killer felt threatened in any way, he attacked and unknowingly he killed
people indiscriminately without even understanding something as simple as
death.
Poor little
killer, why do all those people chase you? Why do they try to hurt you? Why
don’t they teach you what you don’t know?
The little
killer never did anything bad or wrong.
How could that
be? Didn’t he kill people?
How can you say
what he did is wrong or bad, if he does not know the meaning behind those
words? He only does what he has to do to survive. He is a good little killer
that doesn’t understand what he is doing.
With time he
grew tired of this life, perhaps it was the loneliness of it all or maybe,
without understanding, all the guilt inside of him started weighing on his
mind.
The little
killer cried for the first time, he did not understand what was happening but
still the tears would not stop. In the end did the little killer finally
understand this rotten world? You’ll never know…
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