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Blood Splotched Excuse

Contributed by russ-dawg on Wednesday, 16th November 2005 @ 12:12:12 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Its raining, this will make it even harder to get the pieces out with out any one seeing. It was worth it ever stab and scream I made. You'd think they’d realize I did it, it was me who killed her but by the way they talk it could have been her neighbor or a enemy, police are so dumb. Its all right there I did it I killed her I had the Knife when they found the bloody mess. I was perfect, how could i have done it? I had no lust for blood or the feeling of hate, I was in a loving environment with padded walls. Alas they found it. They found what was once a letter, but now a blood splotched excuse. It screamed at them with piercing shrieks of bleared pain. "You can't hold me back, you can't stop me. Just let be with the lonesome cries of perfection in death that i have come to hold so dear. You killed me, she killed me, and he killed me, you all chose my path into the dark of this wake. It was me who did this wondrous deed" At last they know what I did so I can be cast in the depths of hell where they chose for me to rome till the fire dies and frost bitten winds rise from above.

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Re: Blood Splotched Excuse (User Rating: 1 )
by russ-dawg on Wednesday, 23rd November 2005 @ 09:37:48 PM AEST
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When i put let me know what you think i was hoping you would give me a comment telling me if you think its good or if it sucks! and fo those who did not know it about suiside (did i spell that right? anyways!) bad mouth my sloppy work or envy my mad crazy skills just let me know what you think!

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