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I Killed You

I sit here in this filthy room, Your blood amongst the walls. your corpse is wedged into the corner See your spirit fall. Your lungs are torn, not much breath left, you beg that I may spare, So I agree to sew them up, Now you can have your air. I slowly tear this knife, I drag it through your skin, Your blood floats on your porcelain flesh, I so enjoy my sin. I never will regret, Breaking all your bones, Or all the sins I claim tonight, It's written all in stone. I watch you as you slowly bleed, I wish you painful death, I love to watch you suffer as you gasp for your last breath. Your innards strewn acrossed the floor, I watch you as you die, I love to see you in such pain, I love to see you cry. My last words for you dearest love, Remember them so well, You never deserved life itself, I hope you burn in hell.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 3/12/2011 8:50:00 PM
OOO I LIKE THIS CHELSEA,,, I THINK I GOT SOME DARK POEMS IN ME... JUST TO MANGY FOR THE SOUP...LOL... I LOVE THIS... LOVE IT,,,P.D.
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Date: 3/9/2011 9:06:00 AM
it is only what was in my head. Poetry is my outlet of the dark things in my heart to prevent me being overwhelmed by my dark thoughts. I hallucinate if I do not get thesse things and thoughts out of my mind. I do assure you I would never actualy kill someone though hehe sorry for the scare.
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Date: 3/8/2011 9:13:00 PM
I have to agree with stephen what were you meaning here pretty crazy stuff man!
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Date: 3/8/2011 7:46:00 PM
Is this a fantasy or reality. Tell me it is a morbid dream. What did this person do to exude such a venom.
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