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And the blade still in his arm

Inside this dully lit hotel room
Lies a carpet drenched in unclotted blood 
Entrenched in this trail lies the figure
Of a Demonic creature
Who will never get back up
The lamp shades old and tassly
Make the room look cheap and tacky
But the filtered brimmed light shadows the cavity
And the blade still in his arm...
Written by skinnyjean (Llamaliscious)
Published | Edited 10th Jun 2011
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