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fiftysix

A Chapter by ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))

My hands stained with blood

Unmarked murder

Worlds apart from justice

Red violet crimson

Marked by murderous injection

Fuelled by the demon of lust

Life is only life

When life can be life

But life is fatal

Death quickly slips next to you

To let you know

That today is the day

For red

Violet

Crimson

To capture you.



© 2012 ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))


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