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This poem is an original written by me on Friday, January 28, 2011.
I lick the blood off my lips in complacency
Your frail figure plummets to the ground with a thump
Lumped on the floor
Just like a lifeless doll played by yearning hands
The fingers of a malleable child
Your life runs steadily out of your veins…
At least now I can breathe
You were hurting me too much, you were suffocating me
The beast has awoken
You summoned my slumbering demons
I merely succumbed to latent evil
Innocence is lost,
But vengeance is still as sweet as ever.
This poem is an original written by me on Friday, January 28, 2011.
I lick the blood off my lips in complacency
Your frail figure plummets to the ground with a thump
Lumped on the floor
Just like a lifeless doll played by yearning hands
The fingers of a malleable child
Your life runs steadily out of your veins…
At least now I can breathe
You were hurting me too much, you were suffocating me
The beast has awoken
You summoned my slumbering demons
I merely succumbed to latent evil
Innocence is lost,
But vengeance is still as sweet as ever.