Redeemption
no no no
all i hear is screams
the knife
the bat
the gun
lay on the table
all i think of is the screaming
the knife thrust to the stomach
ripping, tearing
the swung to the torso
breaking, crushing
the gun shot
blood blood is on your hands
he slowly leans to the side
breathing his last breaths
my nightmares haunt
make them stop
it wasn’t me
please
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