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Rivers of Blood
Sharpened blades cutting through the flesh
Of it’s possessor an indulger of self mutilation
Bleeding endlessly flowing from his veins
Pain his god all hope for life lost
Blood covering the floor more and more
As steel intrudes deeper and deeper
Into the flesh cutting it to pieces
Even engraving into the bone itself
Ripping into the body with the steel
A knife in the hands of the killer
Of themselves death by suicide inevitable
Rivers of blood rushing away
Their heart will soon die
Slaughtering their soul with each stroke
Flesh falling apart with the blade’s power
The blood is plentiful in this gory sacrilege
Death will come from their own hand
Compulsions of mutilation overwhelms
Blood is currency the more the better
Bone is starting to crack in half
Weakened by the teeth from the knife
Tearing at the heart and throat incessantly
Cutting deeper and deeper with each one
Suicide inevitable as you wield the blade
Rivers of blood flowing from your veins
They shall be among the dead soon
Owned by Dustin Smith: Bastardofbodom666
Of it’s possessor an indulger of self mutilation
Bleeding endlessly flowing from his veins
Pain his god all hope for life lost
Blood covering the floor more and more
As steel intrudes deeper and deeper
Into the flesh cutting it to pieces
Even engraving into the bone itself
Ripping into the body with the steel
A knife in the hands of the killer
Of themselves death by suicide inevitable
Rivers of blood rushing away
Their heart will soon die
Slaughtering their soul with each stroke
Flesh falling apart with the blade’s power
The blood is plentiful in this gory sacrilege
Death will come from their own hand
Compulsions of mutilation overwhelms
Blood is currency the more the better
Bone is starting to crack in half
Weakened by the teeth from the knife
Tearing at the heart and throat incessantly
Cutting deeper and deeper with each one
Suicide inevitable as you wield the blade
Rivers of blood flowing from your veins
They shall be among the dead soon
Owned by Dustin Smith: Bastardofbodom666
Published 3rd Jul 2011
| Edited 20th Mar 2012
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