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Many would say that I am sly and crafty
but acctually, my friends, I am ill.
My strength is leaving me far behind
and continues to move still.
But there is something I must tell you.
It is a crime most foul.
But you would not judge me,
or leave me behind
because you want to hear my tail.
It was a summer day
the sky was a shade of blue.
Two men came to my house
to tell me what to do.
They said said I owed money
this I did not deny.
I invited them inside for a cup of tea.
At that point my thought were sly.
I told them I was sorry
and it wouldnt happen again.
Then I pick up the metal tea pot
and hit one of the men in the head.
I shot the other with a gun I had hidden in my vase.
He died, but the other remained unconcius
so all there was to do was wait.
I burried him down the street,
and yes he was still alive.
Do you think I would be in prison
if he had died?
I am not sly, nor crafty, nor smart
but I had to do this
to save myself from my heart.
My soul aches for what I did
and it saddens my soul
If if you tell another man,
your story will also be told.
- by betterthanrosalie |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/19/2011 |
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- Title: My Only Secret
- Artist: betterthanrosalie
- Description: I got the Idea from, 'The tell tail heart' by Edger Allan Po, which my brother did in a speach compation, and I added that to my love of horror storys and thus, this was born.
- Date: 01/19/2011
- Tags: only secret edgerallanpo murder death
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Comments (1 Comments)
- NerdyWhitePerson - 02/21/2016
- Not bad, some slight syntactical and plot problems, but I like the story you're telling
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