Thursday, January 19, 2006

The Murderer

Have you tried killing your beloved ones?
I have as my job requires me
Nobody knows who I am
But the police are always on a lookout
Searching for me
Sometimes,when I look at myself
I felt a sense of lost
Not knowing who I really am either
But this I know
That there is no turning back
Once I start
And so I kept on
My conscience being wash away
By the blood
Of the people I killed