In the back of my mind
I can still hear all the whispers
Every secret and rumor that was spread
You all tried to break me down
Crush my fragile damaged spirit
And make tears of blood fall
From these cold, lonely eyes
I have endlessly endured
Nine long months of pain
And instead of tearing me apart
You strengthen my dark soul
For today it beats with pleasure
Revenge coursing through my veins
Those nine months of misery
Has brought one glorious day of victory
You push me against my locker
Oblivious to the action that will occur
You hit me in my face
And instead of crying
I smile with delight
A state of confusion
followed with fear in your eyes
I pull out my beautiful gun
And as your body falls in your cold blood
There goes shot one
And as you stand in shock
I point my the silver savior to you
And with a bang
there goes shot two
Minutes later there were many to come
Until there was left not one
Now I sit in handcuffs
But I no longer have fear
Because now revenge
Has been taken out here
And now those devilish whispers
That were trapped in my mind
Are now replaced by the screams
Filled with hopeless fear
And those blood of tears that fell
Now your blood covers my hand
And your lifeless corpse
Are the images that are now
In these cold , evil eyes
A contest entry
- Time for a Massacre by Make the Pain Stop.
300 points, ended June 23, 8 entries
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Comments
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welcome to the finals
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That was spooky and I like it... Good job, I really like it, a lot!




