"Murderer" they call me,
"Homicidal freak"
But whan darkness surrounded me,
You were just too weak.
Blood that flows from blades that cut.
The poison drip. The burning touch.
Quickened heart beat; one last sigh.
Just like all the others,
You die!
Rose petals that surround thy grave.
A swirling touch like razor blades.
Darkened liquid stains the ground.
In bloody falls
You go down.
Death! Death! Death! Death!
Destructionous murder.
IT'S DEATH!!
(X4)
Fallen angel.
Blood stained wings.
Black feathers.
Hateful things.
(X4)
2 comments:
ugh
I like the story!
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