Scratching the blade,
on my pale,scared wrist,
as pain overcomes the emptiness.
I lick my bloody wrist.
Oh,how delicious!
As I relishing my lust,
the wound clot itself.
Oh bugger!
I need more blood.
Sitting at the balcony,
I come across Dean.
I invite him for tea,
and lure him toward the kitchen.
I grasp a knife,
stab his back,twice,
and slit his throat.
Oh!
His shriek,
music to my ears.
His blood,
draining my dry throat.
His flesh,
filling my hungry stomach.
Author notes
uhm...this was one of my nightmares...
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Comments
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Wow, pretty cool write.
I hate nitemares like that though. Hehe
Keep up the good work.
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Weird nightmare man. Still a pretty good write. I liked it but it was kinda hard to follow. Keep up the good work though.
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ahaha! tell me about it...the weird part was that it was me who kill dean...ahaha! thank you!
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This was a nightmare?
The way you write it, it seems as if you enjoyed every deviant moment of it
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ahaha! that's because,that murder that killed dean was me...
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