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Lust for Murder.
written by Misery07:52 PM 3/13/05By dawn you will be dead
to serve your new purpose, now you feed the worms, maggots feast upon the mind inside your head
to me your lies you feed
I'm covered in blood of red
no true was ever said
now you made your death bed
you're the lucky one
but still I won
you're death was truly fun
who will miss you know, abosotely none
your screams to me your sung
now my fun is done
I'm you're nightmare witch
you're godless bitch
forever dead you'll sit
will your life you'll miss
sorry for the fact you're murder went on without a hitch
you won't be able to speak, not a single lie, not even in death, for your lips too were stitched
goodnight
to your life
never for you to see the light
you're death was a lovely sight
you're body was a perfect match for my knife... |
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Murder Lust wot can I say.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Genocide Reaper (3-13-2005 - 08:24 PM)
| I know the feeling all to well. |
by lostinsilence (3-13-2005 - 08:58 PM)
| That was awesome, I liked it |
by Misery (3-13-2005 - 09:03 PM)
| thank you both it wasn't as vampyric as planned, but came out alright. |
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