Little white frosts,
Cling to the macabre scene...
Trying to make it purer
To cover up what's been.
But not even snow can cover it.
The bloods too much to bare.
The murdered still lies on the floor,
Continuing the horror there.
It's waiting for another
victim to find the crime.
So the terror could continue,
And be documented through time.
But the crime's not been noticed,
The victim is just no one.
This will all just be covered up.
Only pulled out for scaremongering fun.
©Odd
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Blue. Shiver. Blood of ice. Cold. Wither. Half as nice. Hair. Deathly. White as snow. Blade. Panic. Breathe in slow. Eyes. Crystal. Filled with hate. Scream. Protest. All too late. Knife. Cutting.
Slice her open wide, Sneak a peak inside. Look how pretty, Look how pretty. Such a pretty thing. Don't you make her sing. Pretty, pretty please, Don't bring her to her knees.
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