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Dear Ezra, 
Violets are blue, roses are red, 
i hate you and wish you were dead. 

You have spilt my blood and called me 
Names, 
But you have always though it was a game, 
Ive wondered the desserts, running form 
You, 

I shivered in the winter nights 
and fainted during the summer days, 
but now my memories have faded into the 
haze. 

I no longer live i feed off another, 
My blood always runs cold, 
My skin has become as white as silk 
You dont see me but im always there, 
Tearing your clothes and pulling your 
Hair...

 You hear my scream and soon you will see, 
Everybody will be gone your the only one left.. 

Violets are blue roses are red 
You have read whats ive said and now everybody u love is dead. 


My hounds will come for you eager to eat listen
to the radio tonight and listen out for a scream 

The moonlight is shining now, 
Its light so pure and stong, 
now im running to you
from infinity and beyond. 

You see me here now, 
pale as can be, My eves have smouldered, 
My hair has lightened my scream is high 
Pitched, swords appear from my hands i 
take the sharpest, i plunge the sword into your 
heart, my scream runs through your head, 

Violets are blue, 
Roses are red, 
You have heard my scream, 
and now you are dead.

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