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deepest fantasies of a student.
a twisted fate
eerie, unmoved
echo, echo
in your ears
bouncing off the empty, cracked walls
adorned with dim colored paint, and wallpaper
breaking at its seams, to fall off in the wind blown
by an unseen force
rip, twist, slash
blood seeps through the floor boards of your mind
break, mutilate, cut
you seem to feel nails claw into your arms
what is this?
almost like your in trance
your mind blank,your feelings, empty.
a drop of sweat rolls down your cheek
beads of blood roll down your arms
to pool beneath you
as your breath quickens, speeds
your dark, insane eyes looking down at the pile
pile of unrecognizable blood and meat
bones sticking out, skin ripped
you turn your shoulders, the lights above you flickering
but before you move you hear a moan
a groan of pain
you hear a small, broken voice call your name
the small 'chhhhh' of broken nails on the floor grab your attention
and before you can move you wake up
your heart beating, racing
your skin hot, your cheeks flushed
and then that's when you realize.........
your English teacher is still alive, and you have an essay due tomorrow.
FUCK.
eerie, unmoved
echo, echo
in your ears
bouncing off the empty, cracked walls
adorned with dim colored paint, and wallpaper
breaking at its seams, to fall off in the wind blown
by an unseen force
rip, twist, slash
blood seeps through the floor boards of your mind
break, mutilate, cut
you seem to feel nails claw into your arms
what is this?
almost like your in trance
your mind blank,your feelings, empty.
a drop of sweat rolls down your cheek
beads of blood roll down your arms
to pool beneath you
as your breath quickens, speeds
your dark, insane eyes looking down at the pile
pile of unrecognizable blood and meat
bones sticking out, skin ripped
you turn your shoulders, the lights above you flickering
but before you move you hear a moan
a groan of pain
you hear a small, broken voice call your name
the small 'chhhhh' of broken nails on the floor grab your attention
and before you can move you wake up
your heart beating, racing
your skin hot, your cheeks flushed
and then that's when you realize.........
your English teacher is still alive, and you have an essay due tomorrow.
FUCK.
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