Crimson Soaked Barwire

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this poem and my girlfriend drew a picture for it :]

Submitted: November 18, 2009

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Submitted: November 18, 2009



I can only smell death
everytime I break a bone I can hear your cries
burn your flesh, crush your skull
cuz you cant see when your bleeding through your eyes

im addicted to suffering, so much hate
my love for murder only seems to grow
each killing feeds my hunger
so cold, so black, death is all I know

watching you bleed is my desire
when I choke you with barbwire
cant fight the urge,
cant fight the urge to kill...

I cant stop, I want the bodys to drop
my razor knifes edge fits so nicey inside
tearing your soul out, ripping away
run away while you can no reason to stay

the killing is the best part
I crave it all the time
I stare at my victims body
as I laugh at my crime

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