Ugly lashings on my skin,
still fresh from within.
It bleeds and painfully burns,
I taste it with scorn.
Little bones break with a snap,
unbearable crunch.
I limp away with boldness,
laughing with such craze.
She whispers her sweetest lines,
nasty evil lies!
Some test for my sanity,
my great agony.
Aug 25, 2010
Aug 25, 2010 at 3:52 PM UTC
Ugly lashings on my skin,
still fresh from within.
It bleeds and painfully burns,
I taste it with scorn.
Little bones break with a snap,
unbearable crunch.
I limp away with boldness,
laughing with such craze.
She whispers her sweetest lines,
nasty evil lies!
Some test for my sanity,
my great agony.
(c) Montes1275*2010
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