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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 23, 2017

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Submitted: February 23, 2017



He tried to run, tried to escape

Stumbled on wooden boards and plates

The gun that at first he wanted to confiscate

Was removed from my hand with a cut

So I punched his face, and punched hard

Nose gave up and so did eyes

Teeth turned into shards of glass

Cut up his tongue making it a red mass

I tied him up and hid him well

So his screams can't be heard

Oh he did scream

The flayed man is though still not dead

He screached and bled

The blood, oh so soft, ran red

The flesh only ebbed

He holds on to a hope in his fate

 He fled and took my car in hopes of escape

I can imagine the bitterness he'll taste

When his hands begin to shake

As he realizes that the stolen car won't stop

Because I cut the brakes

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