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Murder hall
written by Genocide Reaper10:02 PM 12/16/04| Layers and layers upon the wall, the dried fluid lines the hall. Demons begging for some one to take their shame, cover it with a finger pointing blame. Beaten to a pulp, and bound to the floor. Torn open, folded, fisted, fucked, defeated. A used and broken toy lays in bondage unspoken. Slut of sorts, prostitution of scape-goats. The lies never end. Painted face, stare blankly, tremble in fear, as you flee quickly. Shaking the doors knob, finding yourself imprisoned within the horror instilling hall. No way out, you scream, your mind told you to shout. A blade suddenly buries into your leg, removing it from body, a beast with a mask has taken killing as a chosen task. You disfigured face, and mutilated torso will be on display, for the next victim to see. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by remembernikki (12-16-2004 - 10:05 PM)
by blackened_rose (12-16-2004 - 10:11 PM)
| wow, I really like it. You did a good job of putting a picture in someones head of what you were trying to get across. :) ~Kath |
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