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Alive
Little words of deceitful flattery, drips drops of hatred from your tongue...
Vile lashes you bestowed upon me, with haunting scars I now try to hide...
Sweet whispers of loves touch, to only rip at the cords of the soul I now lay to rest...
I ask you this...
Was it worth it?
Was it pure pleasure, to look into my eyes as your dagger sliced into my skin?
Did you find arousal, when my blood pooled within your hands?
Have you replayed the slides in your thoughts again and again , as you brutely raped my mind?
Well have you?
Twist there in your web, find your place to set and wait for a fresh slauder...
Only next time make sure the one you kill.... Is really alive to begin with!!
By: RFuller
8/19/14
Vile lashes you bestowed upon me, with haunting scars I now try to hide...
Sweet whispers of loves touch, to only rip at the cords of the soul I now lay to rest...
I ask you this...
Was it worth it?
Was it pure pleasure, to look into my eyes as your dagger sliced into my skin?
Did you find arousal, when my blood pooled within your hands?
Have you replayed the slides in your thoughts again and again , as you brutely raped my mind?
Well have you?
Twist there in your web, find your place to set and wait for a fresh slauder...
Only next time make sure the one you kill.... Is really alive to begin with!!
By: RFuller
8/19/14
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