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The Final Beat

Sitting in the cold darkness shadows surrounding me only one escape only one way to get away from it all. I take the blade in hand. I stare at the cold sharp steel I raise it to my arm and with one swift motion the blade goes red.
I sit and watch the blood drip from the blade and my arm, I can feel my heart slowing with every beat it gets weaker and weaker slowly taking me to the burning ring of hell where I belong.

Hell is the only place self centered emotionless assholes like my self belong. Hell is where I will be punished for all the shit I have done. Hell is where I belong because in hell every one is an emotionless asshole and no one cares bout anyone but them selves just like me.
Beat five more, beat four, beat three, beat two, beat one, beat welcome to hell.
Written by dantesinferno
Published | Edited 5th Jun 2012
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