marți, 22 noiembrie 2011

What's wrong?

Blood red
Shut eyes
I see you
Crumbling
Pieces
So many
In my head

I see
I want
I yearn
I grunt

Rage
Comes out
Dark room
Much blood

Outside
Trees cut
Dark mist
Corpses rot

I see
You die
I want
To cry

Suddenly
I feel
The urge
To kill

More
And more
Blood
Is hot

Steam
Comes out
Your flesh
Must rot

What's wrong?
You scared?
Your corpse
Impaled

I wish
You die
What's wrong?
Don't cry

I'm done
I'm out
My mind
Is freed!

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