April 11, 2012
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I open my eyes
To thousands of bodies,
Limp arms and pale faces
With eyes like round stones.

I shudder, not scream,
Stare down at the corpses.
But how did I get here?
I cannot recall.

I walk on their chests,
their heads and their stomachs,
Which come with some noises
I'd like to forget.

I stare and I think,
Oh, why did this happen?!
Just so many bodies;
Oh, now I might retch.

I look at my hands,
They're blood-smeared and drying.
I went and I killed them,
I'm holding the knife.

I let out a shreik.
Oh, how could I do this?
I see my own body,
And out goes the light.

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Chocolateluver said...
Apr. 17, 2012 at 9:08 pm
wow....creepy.. XP haha nice job! Please read one of my stories that's called "My First Time Delivering Pizza to a Murderer" and comment!! thanks! XD
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