At night,
I see the beautiful night sky and,
I hear the bloodcurdling screams.
The killer looks into my eyes,
and my father tells me everything is all right.
My mother and I wonder if we are next.
My father is the killer,
and we are the onlookers of the heartless terror.
- L.C.
Im also going to makes changes in this poem.
Anybody who tries to say that this poem is theirs and they use this without my permission then I will sue them.
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