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I fear a few things in life now i don't fear addiction. Although many have fallen to drugs. This is basically about drug abuse or drugs.

Submitted:Oct 29, 2012    Reads: 21    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

So cruel.

Your white fangs,

snapping at me.

Blood dripping from yor mouth.

Claws soaked in the blood of the inosent

I feel you're breath,

the stench.

So many lifes you have taken...

Your so cruel.

A dark knife in the night.

blood stained,

shining against the silver armor.

Wher are your head young knight?

Give me your poison,

Try to infect me.

You're so sick.

Im not so easy.

I will fight.

You're so cruel.

You rip of another head,

Destroy another famly,

Tairing them apart,

With your blood stained axe.

Give me that choking look,

search my eyes,

you're infected,

stained with the blood of the inocent.


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