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Neurotically Yours

This is the story of a girl named Dusk;
who's sanity was blinded and broken of trust.

Dusk was quiet and lonely you see
writing words so her pain would ease.

But sometimes she couldn't take in the world,
always by herself the lonley quiet girl.

Until her death toning silence finally got the best,
turning on those she loved and lying them to rest.

Blood on the ceiling, blood on the floor;
covered in blood she answers the door.

"It's the police" they say and look at her red stained dress
looking to each other they question the mess.

She smiled to the officers and bid them "Come inside"
not knowing behind her back she held a blood stained knife.

Plunging the knife into both of their backs
the officers fell into an evarlasting nap.

After this act she wrote down her tail,
of her silence, the officers and the blood stained trail.

It began "I am a girl named Dusk,
who's sanity was blinded and broken of trust..."

On and on the story would pour
until it would end...

..."Neurotically Yours"