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Jul 2013
You make me dead inside .
This is my beautiful show .
Don't you wish we could feel
something more then this hate
and fear ?
But I smell it ,its so sweet
Your my new pray my fresh meat
And ill beat every inch of it
into your head until your
Laying motionless on the
floor barely breathing wishing
you were dead.
Now look what you've done
You've made me
make you dead .
I've finally lost control of it.
The little demon that I used
to keep under my bed but it
was continuously being
fed by all the *******
that I've had to keep
Stuffed inside my head .
It's burning and twisting
killing everything that i used to
be .
I kept it all hidden in me now
I'm setting my monster free
to feed on that you've done to me .
So run run as fast as you
can and you can't stand the
sight of me ! You won't
even dare look at me !
I want to show you what you've
Caused me to be
Written by
stephanie howard  florida
(florida)   
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