October 05, 2010 at 07:48 pm
Poem, T (13+)
Horror | Dark | Death
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Gothic Thorns part 3
The anger of my flesh it has left me, inside a Cremation oven it burns my wicked soul.
Even the coffin collapsed on my soul, it slowly roasted my charbroil heart on a skewer.
My body has been sign with the reaper, I raked my own eyeballs.
I canít swim without any arms; I chopped off my own arms blood pour everywhere in the pool.
I collapsed inside the morgue, Puking up blood and slowly my Brain been pureed.
My intestines spill out by the leeches, it feeds the leeches willing at hand.
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