Laying there
In my own blood
I think "please, someone find me already"
I wait and wait for someone to find
My mutalated body
But they never come, no one knows
Where he stashed me
Cut me up, and trashed me
Laying here, bugs crawling within
My swollen and rotten body
I watch myself get closer and closer
To bone and muscle
I yell and scream
No one can hear me as I plead
"find my body so i can be free"
Im stuck here, waiting for someone to bump into me
Looking through the woods, throw up and call me in
No ambulance, no search teams
Im stuck here, in my own private hell
Watching my body get eaten away
Taken away
My soul can not leave
Tried to find help but still no answer
I scream at some god to please forgive me
Murder comes with its own price
Left to rot here
Never found, never free
Im caught up in the madness
That is my sanity..
A contest entry
- The Death Contest... by SchizoChic.
600 points, ended August 9, 2008, 12 entries
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Comments
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Twisted! I like it alot. Thanks for entering.

