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Death Of A Gym Teacher

Contributed by TheRavenousOne on Tuesday, 31st August 2004 @ 06:20:42 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

I walk in that big room,
And see all those people scrounging about.
I go into the locker room, with out a single doubt.
I’ve got something behind my back that I wont let anyone see.
Everyone has no idea what it could be.
As I hide in the locker room,
Many things running thru my mind.
I hear people start to run,
Sounds like they’re not having fun.
I see her counting down,
One, two, three.
So I creep out, where no one can see.
I go into her office, and hide behind her books.
Looking around to make sure no one’s had looks.
She comes back in as the other teacher takes over.
Coming into her office,
And sitting at her desk.
Now its time for me to start my task.
I creep back out,
Right behind her back.
Now, there’s no going back.
I spin her around, and make her look at me.
I hold it to her head,
One, two, three.
This is the last time you will see me.
Now its time for you to die, because you claimed to be like me.
Placing my hand over her mouth,
So she cant scream.
Maybe she’s hoping to wake up,
And make sure it’s a dream.
But this is every thing it may seem.
Now its time for me to put you in your tomb.
One click, and off goes that torturous boom.
As she leans over, slumped in the same place,
As everyone screams.
I pull my hood over my head,
And dart out of that place.
Running around in a killing daze.
Passing people in the hall,
Making me want to maul you all.
I slam out of those doors,
You will now see me, no more.

Copyright Â© TheRavenousOne ... [ 2004-08-31 18:20:42]
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Re: Death Of A Gym Teacher (User Rating: 1 )
by Remy on Tuesday, 31st August 2004 @ 06:34:41 PM AEST
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corny title, scary entrails, oi... homicidal maniac practice now? good write!
~Remy~

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