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Fingernails

FINGERNAILS-Monsieur L'Vampyre That tap-tap-tapping--how I loath it still, though surely she's been laid among the dead-- and put there by my own design and will to end the tapping she put in my head. Those curs-ed nails--they brought my lunacy, and slowly through the years, drove me insane, and though I pleaded for my sanity, she relished in the thought--and loved my pain! So bludgeoned I--her life--to yesterday, severing every nail that drove me mad and though I thought I cut it all away her tapping's with me yet, and twice as bad! Here in this cell, I wait, for death is near, and still her tapping's all that I can hear! © ron wilson aka vee bdosa

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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