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Drip...Drip...Drip

Contributed by Misunderstood_gurl on Saturday, 4th February 2006 @ 04:35:23 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Blood dripping off the walls
Didnt satisfy my lonely calls

No matter how many bodies I slain
I still feel a need to get rid of all this pain

Cause if I feel pain, others will too
And you cant imagine what I could do

For, I love the sound of flesh just rip
I put the blood up and watch it drip

Dripdripdripoh how I love the sound
Dripdripdrip their bodies will never be found

Go ahead and find them, if you think you will
And if youll fail, youll leave me to a bloodthirsty kill

You question me on how you might die
And the sound of my laughter is the only reply

I know youll fail, and believe me, you do too
For theres no escaping me no matter what you do

Dripdripdripoh how I love the sound
Dripdripdrip their bodies will never be found

For the Blood dripping off my walls
Didnt satisfy my lonely calls




Copyright © Misunderstood_gurl ... [ 2006-02-04 16:35:23]
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Re: Drip...Drip...Drip (User Rating: 1 )
by CuriousitysCat on Wednesday, 17th January 2007 @ 09:41:16 PM AEST
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Ahhh, I dig the concept of the lonely killer sitting alone with sanity forever dangling by a string only to be pushed more by the kills made, waiting for the one who will someday slay them either life wise [taking their life] or entrap them in a web of love. Uniquely excellent.


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~JaZz


Re: Drip...Drip...Drip (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 18th March 2007 @ 10:02:53 PM AEST
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OOOHHHH This poem sent shivers down my spine. This was an excellent poem!!!


Re: Drip...Drip...Drip (User Rating: 1 )
by xXdeadXpoetXx on Tuesday, 20th March 2007 @ 03:48:56 PM AEST
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BEST POEM EVER! so violent. made me sick. I loved it. ah! if only there were more disturbed the way this is.




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