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Serial Killer
Blood? Doesn't exist...
it was emptied through his finger tips
Drips and drips and drips
The killer sips
drinking the warm elixir
As it enters
his innards singing solemn praises
"More" they sing "More"
How he can't ingnore
The urge
The hunger
He is god
sacrifice he yearns
Who shall be cursed?
never to return...
even as worms
nothing will be left
even in death
it was emptied through his finger tips
Drips and drips and drips
The killer sips
drinking the warm elixir
As it enters
his innards singing solemn praises
"More" they sing "More"
How he can't ingnore
The urge
The hunger
He is god
sacrifice he yearns
Who shall be cursed?
never to return...
even as worms
nothing will be left
even in death
Published 19th Oct 2012
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19th Oct 2012 10:25pm
20th Oct 2012 00:32am
20th Oct 2012 3:48am
you would think you were a serial killer by reading this. i felt as if i was in a serial killers head. it held up, very well done
20th Oct 2012 4:28pm
