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RazorBlade Romance:
Blood, Pain and Cuts galore
This is the life of a disturbed whore,
this pain she gains, for the boy she adores,
but the rejection was too much to handle,
Causing a fall to the floor.
She couldn't handle this suffering at all,
She grabbed the razor, and began to scream and bawl.
The pain was horrendous, and blood began to crawl,
Way down her snow white skin,
Once again, she landed with a fall.
She shook on the floor and began to cry,
She began to ask herself, just why?
Why was the rejection, so deep down in her mind?
She thought to herself, "This boy must die!"
After a while, she came up with a plan,
"If I cant get him, then no one can!",
I'll kill this boy, that I called "My Man!"
She laughed with evilness, and the Kill began!
She came to a house, that was infact his,
She broke inside the house, that is,
She snuck inside his room, and turned on the light,
And pulled out the razor, and ended his life.
Tenderly, she caressed his soft, but pale lips,
and walked away with the razor, by her hips,
A tear fell down the side of her face,
with an angry smile, of hate.
She walked down the stairs, with such elegance,
and looked back, at this psychotic violence.
The name of the killer remains anonymous....
This is the life of a disturbed whore,
this pain she gains, for the boy she adores,
but the rejection was too much to handle,
Causing a fall to the floor.
She couldn't handle this suffering at all,
She grabbed the razor, and began to scream and bawl.
The pain was horrendous, and blood began to crawl,
Way down her snow white skin,
Once again, she landed with a fall.
She shook on the floor and began to cry,
She began to ask herself, just why?
Why was the rejection, so deep down in her mind?
She thought to herself, "This boy must die!"
After a while, she came up with a plan,
"If I cant get him, then no one can!",
I'll kill this boy, that I called "My Man!"
She laughed with evilness, and the Kill began!
She came to a house, that was infact his,
She broke inside the house, that is,
She snuck inside his room, and turned on the light,
And pulled out the razor, and ended his life.
Tenderly, she caressed his soft, but pale lips,
and walked away with the razor, by her hips,
A tear fell down the side of her face,
with an angry smile, of hate.
She walked down the stairs, with such elegance,
and looked back, at this psychotic violence.
The name of the killer remains anonymous....
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