Gothic Thorns
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Author:
ThunderStorm
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| Created: May 04, 2010 at 06:33 pm |
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Entry Type:
Poem, T (13+)
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| Category: Horror | Death | Despair |
| Entry Stats: 4.93 Stars by 8 users with 8 comments 227 views |
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Gothic Thorns 
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As I walk to the impassion fuel by the Greediness, I lay down on the barbed wire awaiting for them to pierce my dying flesh, I want to Burn my Charring Flesh and Bones, Crush your own bones like baby powder As I See the agonized pain of Defeat, The Thorns is already starting to Dripping the blood of a Red marker it almost feels like a Bull-whip whipping My Deadly skin, I want my exoskeleton in a body bag so I can have a Brand new Exoskeleton. So I can see the ghouls eating the Flesh pieces, watching them eating my Charred Heart, then letting the leeches consumed my arms or letting the morgue Tear my arms like a Can opener,
Then bake my Arms in the Cremation oven till it the entire skeleton smells good, the planning Stage is just only to Begin of so many ways you take a Suffering pills then drown, yourself in a –12 degrees swimming pool.
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