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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.
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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.
Hot blood, warm flesh, Moist skin, barbed mesh, Sharp teeth, strong will, Shake breath, dark kill. Full moon, pitch black, Soft meat, torn back, Gauged chest, ripped skin, Blood bones, within.
Shallow breaths form tiny clouds As I breathe out; hang in the air A chill as dusk begins to fall Night's fingers trail like molten hair I turn towards your glinting eyes As you take my hands and...
I was woken up by my own scream. A cold sweat trickled down my neck and forehead, and my heat was beating at a dangerous pace.
I see the lifeless eyes; the bloodied face. I see the spent lives and the sulfur trace. The cards are dealt without an ace. And only now weve entered a race. Towards death; towards a tortured time.
The flickering flames of the burning buildings lit up the street in a wash of yellow and orange. Drake turned round and had one last look at the prison that he never thought he would leave alive.
Death flashes before our eyes,. Someone telling horrifying lies,. A murder with a knife or gun,. Just because they think it's fun,. A place of fighting and a war,.
If I show you now my hands are clean. So clean they have a slight sheen. I don't do the dirty work. I have people that lurk. My men do the job. They see the peasants sob. Begging for their lives.
Dripping blood On the tree You stuck yourself Straight through me I fall, bloody Face plant in the ground I'm all tore up You've not a sound Drip, drip Onto my leg As I say a prayer To continue my...
Slipping through the cracks of a damaged psyché. Slivers of the man I used to be. I can no longer find him, he's not close at hand. No one can help me, they don't understand.
A life of vice.... Decisions made by the turn of a dice Gangsters, druglords.... Being untouchable from the hands of the law Mansions, flash cars...
In a skirt she climb's ben nevis, the wind; it whistles through her crevice. She gives a view to all below, those wide eyed guys don't wanna go.
Impervious to the sharp broken glass under my feet. Unaware of the burning heat. A victim wrapped in a silk web. An exquisite wreck, All priorities in check. Changing position, quickly, run or...
Beady human eyes With a greedy gloss, Searching the sky, He's ready for the hunt. The unfair hunt... Grey clouds dispersing The prey comes into sight. Black silhouette on a pastel sky.
Because of the suction once pierced It is impossible to remove a knife without twisting inside the stab wound More often than not what's twisted comes out with it Only increasing the hemorrhage and...
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.
#household The girl cried out in anguish, Blood trickling down her chest, To survive was her only wish, There was no time to rest.
#household There's a knife for cheese, There's a knife for ham, There's a knife for fruit, There's a knife for lamb.
Fury bites. Shakes the night. Tender charms recede. Twisted metal. Thorns and nettle. Make this brother bleed. Tied to the rack. Watch your back. when crimson tide. comes around. Shot gun shells.
I can imagine the sun setting over in a pink horizon somewhere. Not here. The sky is dark and smokey here and the city skyline invisible.
Pain is what you asked for. Pain is what you'll get. In the bar you failed. To notice my sick mind ticking. Spank me you ask. I will oblige. You ass is now red raw.
She walked along the dark-lit path The hatchet gripped tightly in her hand Face fixed looking straight ahead Into the dark abyss she scanned Nobody would have any hope, To run, to flee or to...
She dressed up in her short top and dress, No, Just bra and panties she thought, Out she goes, To the club, 'Ok show me all you've got hun' the boss yells, She begins to spin round the pole, Her head...
Drag me down into the darkness. Watch me as I scream and cry. Laugh and tell me I'm loveless. Then leave me to slowly die. They enslave me in chains. Bound by the wrist. Tightening on my veins.