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Hmmmm... Playing death. Oh, don worry i am not a psycho killer.
Submitted:Mar 19, 2012 Reads: 6 Comments: 1 Likes: 2
blood, blood, blood ....
every where
the walls covered in red
and splatter on the ceiling
it covers my perfect white heart
drenched in scarlet red
if I had emotion
maybe I would care for life
but, no, never will I care
to tell you the truth
I love playing death
and after I am done playing
I look back at my master piece
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Other writing by DarkWings Cracks moon light flowers Walking through the woods one night Maybe I am not as good as I thought. Questioning me Playing death
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