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Through the eye of an insane person,

One childs eyes see more then some.

Only one thing that comes to mind,

I knew all itd do, is just take time.



One more hour, one more day,

Not much time left, until the bodies decay.

I never meant to hurt such a beautiful face,

So beautiful, Ill cover it with lace.



Lay a white blanket over the body today,

There will be a few words that some may say.

Im sorry for the crime that was committed tonight,

I know you must have been scared, Im sorry alright.



I only did what I thought was right,

So I tie the blanket around you nice and tight.

Dig a hole in the ground until I collapse,

Take a break, and have a relapse.



Put your body gently in the hole I dug,

Over your body I lay a red rug.

It symbolizes the pain and blood,

To bad you lost, and oh my, look at the flood.



I didnt notice what a mess I had made,

Im sorry I used such a big blade.

I hope it didnt hurt,

If it did, Id feel like a jerk.



The police pull up in a shinny car,

I see the lights glazing off the tar.

They bring me out in cuffs,

What fun stuff.



But did you know?

In the eyes of an insane child,

I just watched my own death,

Didnt think, that last night, Id take my last breath.