[ WP ] A person who is addicted to murder is trying to fight their urge to kill .

Just one more - A half hearted Poem. 
 
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 Just one more? 
 
 A whore? 
 
 To pick up the phone and hear the knock at the door, 
 
 To greet her with knives, some rope and a saw. 
 
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 No, not one, nor any at all. 
 
 No waiting or creeping in the hall, 
 
 No instruments or tools, misused to maul. 
 
 Not one, nor any at all. 
 
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 Oh it would be so sweet. 
 
 To cut off and pickle her feet. 
 
 and if we did meet and kindly greet. 
 
 Id butcher and refrigerate her meat. 
 
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 No, do n't kill to feel alive 
 
 Instead we can simply strive 
 
 To connect in a way that aligns 
 
 To humanity, a bee in the hive. 
 
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 Alone is how we will stay, 
 
 Until our friends come around to play, 
 
 When the sun shines make hay, 
 
 A pile of bones, to make them pay, 
 
 And that's only from the month of May. 
 
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 Do n't pick up the phone, 
 
 Do n't make her scream and moan, 
 
 We do n't have to be alone. 
 
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 Kill, I will, what a thrill, 
 
 I dial and grab my vial, right next to the pile. 
 
 Yes, all right, I'll see you tonight. 
 
 Hang up and savour the fright, 
 
 To come, to slice off her thumb. 
 
 A coffin for coughing, blood and tears. 
 
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 Maybe this time I'll keep her ears. 
 
 
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