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A Stream Of Blood Soaked Conciousness
Author:
Namir Swiftpaw PM
This is based on the original story I am writing...the horror of killing a loved one can sometimes be too much to bear. Much different from my usual style, so I would appreciate critique/comments. Thanks!
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 133 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 2 - Published: 01-11-04 - id: 1495017
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you made me do it you made me you
should have stopped talking stopped
accusing i can't stand those words
lying words that make me red like the
blood the blood that was all over in
my eyes blinding me with

hatred

with anger with pain i could
not help it and i felt your heart
beat in my hand and
oh the
blood...
the
blood...
i am horrified your blood runs cold
on my limp hands as i stare into those
shocked tender eyes how could i
slay (murdermassacre) you
the light the love the life you
gave me all i needed and i took
it from you when i crushed your
heart in my hands please forgive me
i love love love i love
i love you
but the blood...
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