A Victims Note

October 3, 2005
A Victim’s Note

I want to get you back
For killing me.
But I still cannot understand
How you did.
No weapon,
No blood,
Just you.
You can’t possible know
What you have done,
But I want you to pay
For this cruel murder.
You may think I’m insane,
Yes, this I am well aware of.
Why do you think I am here,
Pouring out my heart in
Meaningless lines upon the
Innocent paper
While you sleep?
It is so unfair
The murderer rests while the
Victim lays awake for hours on end,
Wishing for the pain to stop,
But it never does.
Wishes are just dreams in the awakened mind.
Always floating, haunting the poor souls.