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PSYCHOSIS
written by TONK_PILLZ05:29 PM 3/14/05Your skull is all that's left from u now,
just an ornament in my cellar full of 'friends'.
Body-burnt,after being gutted...
It was the way you stare-through the eyes of death.
That brought me so much joy...tearing...mutilating...
It keeps me still alive,alas I died a long time ago.
Actually it died...I don't know why,I don't know how...
Another piece in my collection-trying to satisfy myself or maybe someone else.
Dark and wet...
Windows shut.
What a stench...to die for!
Vacant room...hollow...like It's keeper.
Dungeon site,or at least a graveyard...I need.
Vermilion.
Cracking bones,jars filled with liquids,hooked meat...some pancreas.
Smiling faces,covored with blood and oil.
Gallery of a maniac...undetected.
Everything seems pointless for the likes of you.
The hunger grows tonight!
All in all it can be you... |
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