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May 2013
You've ****** me too many times
You've never listened to me
So when you see
The dark shadow
Standing at the foot of your bed
Smell the sweet fragrance of decay
Taste the blood spilled from wrist due depression
Hear the deafening silence created by hate
Feel the cold bone chilling breeze
As murderous thoughts whisper
You've disregarded me too long
Now feel my 6 inch blade
Cold steel
Rip through your chest
Plunge into your lungs
Cut your wrist
Peel your flesh from weak muscles
Trying to scream
But it's already too late
I showed you what happens
When you refuse to love me
I want you to listen
Just listen
To murderous thoughts
That scream in my head

Call me insane now
Robert Guerrero
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Robert Guerrero
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