Murder Mystery Mayhem.

The blade runs,
The bullet pierces,
The rope tightens,

Death creeps in.

Just breath away from your anxiety,
Hold my hand down this dark alley​.
This place where we can see the rotting bodies.

Don’t be afraid.

The blade is sharp,
The bullet is hot,
The rope is taut,

Death has been embraced.

There is no more air to breathe,
There is no more earth to see,
Take my hand and I will take you anywhere you want to go.

I have come to take you home.

Don’t be afraid.

The blade,
The bullet,
The rope,

Murder, mystery, mayhem


Murder Mysteries Thrillers


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