A news broke up in school today...
an unidentified girl was found dead burned in the basketball court..
I grinned at my own art work....
The way I splutter her head that creates an amazing arts with her bloods...
and how I burn half of the court...
I'm creative, right oppa?
you were there shocked...
you said something that brings 2 different feelings...
"that bitch deserves to die anyways....but the court takes time of repairing. How are we going to play now?"
I smiled...
Sorry oppa, I've ruined your favourite place...
but it won't be your favourite place anymore....
you can play with me....
and your favourite place would be
the heaven of mine
