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Not all of it ryhmes and I truly don't care....


Submitted:Nov 11, 2008    Reads: 102    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Crimson liquid
Falls like Rain
A smile plays across my Lips
For I enjoy the Pain

The pain is Laced
With a DEMENTED PLEASURE
Laughing Now
My KNIFE is my TWISTED TREASURE

My world Spins
My thoughts no longer Coherent
Music hums in my Background
I laugh Softly
Barely making a Sound

For this is ME
THE
INSANELY
TWISTED

and
DEMENTED

The Final Reaseyou Knew
Don't you see....
I don't suffer from this Malady

The girl you thought

I throughly ENJOY
This TWISTED PAIN
Called

INSANITY......





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