january 9th,2008A Poem by monstercan you guess what this is about???with this razorblade i pronounce you dead the stitches ripped out your voice gone
my blood stained hands stare down at uou as you weep
open wound gushing your scream deafening
then silence as you await our next encounter © 2008 monster |
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