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Murder
Contributed by
AssassinatorGirl
on
Friday, 13th May 2005 @ 08:43:46 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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blood soaks the sheets of my bed,
and my tongue slides out of my head,
and you laugh because,
hahah, i'm dead.
and you know you caused it,
but you won't admit that,
because you are happy,
and you are a fool.
The rusty knife that you placed by my neck
and you cracked up at the sight
because you ended my life,
and seeing me suffer for you,
has caused so much joy.
Your pretending to care
and when kisses we'd share
they all meant nothing.
Now I'm dead,
and isn't that just hilarious?
We're all so glad,
that you always made me sad,
because I deserve this pain,
or at least you say so.
I believe you,
because I love you,
my sweet, sweet, blood-ridden,
hateful and beautiful killer.
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AssassinatorGirl
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2005-05-13 20:43:46]
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Re: Murder
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by spazz911 on
Friday, 13th May 2005 @ 09:00:31 PM AEST
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