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Evil Pumping Through my Veins

Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. It’s just a cut. A simple line of blood. That circles My wrist. Here we stand, face to face You screaming, Me sobbing And people wonder why I do this… This anger I feel, this pain, Hatred… It’s all towards you and Your ****ing rules. If I don’t obey, you beat me If I do obey, you rape me If I run away, you’ll kill me. I’m standing on the edge of everything. No longer can I live by these rules, Why is it that I’m the only one getting hurt? What would you say if I fought back? If I cut you too? Say it wasn’t your wrist; your neck. Would you be scared? Feel the emotions that pour from my tears For the first time? Do you fear me now? I’m no longer your puppet Whose strings you control. No, I’m the raging lunatic That slays you in your sleep. Run, run away. My sanity has slipped past the limits of the beyond I won’t be the same person anymore I’ll be your living nightmare. I’m the one people read about, The one who tricked others into doing my bidding. Sound familiar? Yes, I am Evil. Always have been. It pumps through my blood. I can feel it start to take control. Didn’t I warn you? Run and hide while you still have the chance. Don’t let me catch up to you. I’ll kill you like I’ve done to the others. It’s time to punish all Sinners. Including you.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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