No one will find me
No one will hear my cries
No one will know what happened
Or how it feels when one dies
They will search, I hope
But nothing might be left of me
I'd be gone to dust
Trapped beneath the waves of the sea
Only he and I will know
What has been done
More victims he may have
To feed his twisted fun
© Maria Michaela
I love watching true crime documentaries and murder mystery books are my thing. I came up with this while watching one of those documentaries.
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