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A Victim of his Twisted Fun

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.