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by Psychotic Tendencies Apr 17, 2005 category : Dark, fantasy / unexplained
Cold pallor flesh torn bone split see my innards is that the problem? is that where the evil lies? gasping for breath reeling from shock you watch me there on that table lying there breathing my last bloody hands grab at your body pull you close why do you try to avoid me you were always so close but now you despise me tears running down your face hear the door slam as you leave silence.. gasping my last..