She is dying.
He's feeling alone.
He is crying
trying to run and hide.
She is ready
for necroptoliptic beginnings.
He is hungry
starving for some truth.
In a state of mental health.
She has died
many year possessed her.
He has tried,
but he can't try anymore.
She is floating
her way to the cemetery.
He can't take
this shit anymore.
In a state of mental health.
In a state of mental health.
A hole be dug.
She's put into the ground.
He's arrested
for some stolen money that he found.
Maggots eating
the way through her cold flesh.
He is screaming
for somebody's help.
In a state of mental health.
In a state of mental health.
She is rotting.
Her soul roam around.
He's rejoicing
and pissing on her grave.
She is haunting.
Pay back be a bitch.
He has now died
because she slit his neck.
In a state of mental health.
In a state of mental health.
In a state of mental health.
In a state of mental health.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
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Thanks for writing this.
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