Killing The Man

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
We are all SKITZO!!!!

Submitted: December 02, 2008

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Laying in this open grave as the rain pelts my face. So curious about death so I took a little taste. I can hear the bells sound as I lay here in the ground. The worms crawl in, they never crawled out. The mud it is so cold and the rain it pours so hard. Silence in this hole as I lay in my backyard. The sound of the shovel as it digs into the dirt. My sense of pleasure is replaced with hurt. The earth that falls on me,again and again, buried by someone I thought was a friend. As I lay aware, unable to move, I see a shadow in front of the moon. Then the horror hits me just like the mud, I can see a face and its covered in blood. The face above me is the face I know as mine, I have been a voice in his head the entire time.


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