Experimenting On Nobodys

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
I know it's shoprt, and kinda gory, but these are the klinda poems I write, though I don't know why. I can try to write other less...."graphic" ones, love poems to be exact, but they don't always turn out that great. I'll need COMMENT to publish those, so feel free to comment away...


please please me. (brownie points if you get that)

Submitted: July 14, 2010

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Pioson, weapons, fun all around.
When I cut you, you won't make a sound.
Skin peeled back from flesh soo pale.
You choke and cough, blood splurts like hail.
Funny, colourful, badly bruised shins.
Crimson liquid fills large bins.
Now it's time to end this life,
to wash away your tears and strife.
So fight all you want, pretty young one.
But just remember that your life is done.


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