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murder at midnight
murder
The floor was red
My body had bled
the tile was cold
I had a hole
inside my chest
its time to rest
I screamed inside
but only one hears
please take away my fears
This man walked up
with my blood in a cup
He poured it on my face
he opened his gun case
he grabbed the gun
i know i'll never see the sun
he thinks this is so much fun
he pulled the lever
he had severed my brain
i didn't want to die in vain
i fell out the window sill
i landed flat on a hill
i scrambled to my feet
i hurt all over from concrete
I ran to the town
The pain weighed me down
Each step got harder
my body felt larger
the blood was dripping
i kept on tripping
i drew in one last breath
i was now so wreathe
i closed my eyes
my soul had rised
to heaven i fly…..
The floor was red
My body had bled
the tile was cold
I had a hole
inside my chest
its time to rest
I screamed inside
but only one hears
please take away my fears
This man walked up
with my blood in a cup
He poured it on my face
he opened his gun case
he grabbed the gun
i know i'll never see the sun
he thinks this is so much fun
he pulled the lever
he had severed my brain
i didn't want to die in vain
i fell out the window sill
i landed flat on a hill
i scrambled to my feet
i hurt all over from concrete
I ran to the town
The pain weighed me down
Each step got harder
my body felt larger
the blood was dripping
i kept on tripping
i drew in one last breath
i was now so wreathe
i closed my eyes
my soul had rised
to heaven i fly…..
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