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Guilt
These walls feel like
they're closing in
I'm consumed by guilt
I know I did it
They know I did it
I don't know why though
I slit her throat
I skinned her
I raped her
Loved her
Fucked her dry
I destroyed her
But for some odd reason
I was not sastified
So I decided to devour her
After scraping off every ounce of
meat from her bones
I grounded it up
I thought to cook her
But no I wanted her raw
Fresh, bloody, moist
I needed her raw
Her blood was sweet, and pure
It stained my lips
Then I realized what I had done
To this poor, sweet girl
So I went out back and burned her
Bones
The flames were blue, then flashed blood red
Her blood called me, taunted me
So I jumped in with her
And we burned together
In a fountain of blood
they're closing in
I'm consumed by guilt
I know I did it
They know I did it
I don't know why though
I slit her throat
I skinned her
I raped her
Loved her
Fucked her dry
I destroyed her
But for some odd reason
I was not sastified
So I decided to devour her
After scraping off every ounce of
meat from her bones
I grounded it up
I thought to cook her
But no I wanted her raw
Fresh, bloody, moist
I needed her raw
Her blood was sweet, and pure
It stained my lips
Then I realized what I had done
To this poor, sweet girl
So I went out back and burned her
Bones
The flames were blue, then flashed blood red
Her blood called me, taunted me
So I jumped in with her
And we burned together
In a fountain of blood
Published 5th Mar 2013
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