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The Fame Game

Bloodied bone bits, and viscera,
Bloodied halls, and bloodied walls,
Broken bones, broken knife,
Now a destroyed life.
Soul case emptied,
On the floor,
Nevermore,
SCORE!
Never
Forgotten,
Always rotten,
Lovely memories
Of beatings and burnings,
Cutting, slicing, and stabbing,
Such a beautiful cadaver.
A great news story to cover,
I remember her eyes,
Gives me butterflies!
Glassing over,
Filled with fear,
Rolling
Head
Upon
The floorboards,
Leaving blood pools,
I'll never return
To this place of horror,
You'll never catch the monster,
Hiding right there, under your nose,
Who hurt your precious child!
The one who is wild,
Yet no one sees it.
Torture and pain,
The gain of
This game,
Fame.
Written by Orc_Pirate_68 (Sabrina Kirk-Caldwell)
Published | Edited 7th Mar 2020
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