YMCA

Not so fun to stay at the...

Pain courses through my legs.

I want to tear them off, revel in the beauty of my blood flow.

I want to raise them to the heavens, screaming my war cry until my throat becomes hoarse.

Do you want to be party to my arterial spray?

Do you want to scoff as I die of blood loss, twitching cold and alone in the corner?

Things were going well, yes.

But you couldn't let that stay... wouldn't want me to grow fat on the pig of complacency.

You think you've won?

You should've killed me last year.

Reviews

[Aaron B.]

hahahaha I love this so much!

good write keep up the good work!