Chop down on my fucking skin.
With cleavers dipped in heroine.
Lay my rotten eyes to sleep.
As if I was a headless sheep.
Watch as I gasp for air.
Watch as I cling to life.
Cut out my fucking tongue.
Laugh in my face as my neck is wrung.
I'll drink my own blood, upon the bed that I have made.
I'll set myself on fire, burning as I fade.
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Author:
Noah (
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Comments1
Seriously awesome. Love it.
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