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To the emotional dramaqueens
written by Genocide Reaper10:51 PM 3/31/05Emotional, dramatic douche bags.
Living in suicidal infamy.
Tied to the chair with chains.
Gagged with gasoline soaked rags.
You’ll be my sacrifice.
You’ll be the one to pay the price.
Such a simplistic suicidal loving slut.
Removing some flesh from your chest.
I can hear you scream.
Swallowing deadly fumed saliva.
How does it taste?
Soon, your stomach will be ablaze.
You sicken me to the point of.
“I wouldn’t piss in your ass if your guts were on fire.”
That’s how much I hate you suicide note writing liars.
Bitch, moan, groan, whine, complain.
To us, its all the same.
To me, its not your parents to blame.
I blame you, your first name.
Not the last.
Over your insecurities you need to get past.
Locked in a cage.
Electrocuted by my rage.
Jumper cables clamped to your toes.
Its a shocking experience you’ll come to know.
Feet smoking, burning, the smell of charred flesh, &
The expression on your face, is what I love.
This was all fun, and in theory it was perfect.
But its time for you to get laid to rest.
Whilst still alive, buried to suffocate.
Let it fill your chest.
Your fate. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by brokenxsmile (3-31-2005 - 10:55 PM)
by OxBlack_BeautyxO (3-31-2005 - 10:56 PM)
| Wow, that's pretty powerful. |
by Ev0l_sin#TRIP (3-31-2005 - 11:52 PM)
| cool poem!!! u should check out mine called-bloody beauty queen- ithink u'll like it |
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