The Dare

I was stalking the night, my heavy breathing I heard, not a saint in sight to curve my delight. The thrill of the hunt or the thrill of the prowl, not making a sound, not even a growl. My sights were on killing and killing I would. To create my own prison, to that I should and given the chance that I would. No remorse was given, no sorrow was shown, just in an instance a life was gone. For the crime I committed there is no forgiveness. I was judged by my peers, never showing my tears. I sat on death row for many ah years. For when it was time to face my own crime, to sit in the chair as if not a care thinking of when, I killed on a dare.

The Dare

Shane Tatum

Joined March 2008

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