Author: The Secret Keeper's Key PM
The blood raining down. The flesh, the screaming, the begging, the promises, and the final moment before you, in power, end it.Rated: Fiction M - English - Horror - Words: 97 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-07-12 - Status: Complete - id: 2995586
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This sadistic felony, Paints with a scarlet melody.
The volatile torture, Is the chambers couture.
The color is silver of the knife, The blade that will take your life.
The strike of the metal on flesh is sharp, Creating a sound from the Reaper's harp.
The luscious sounds of pain, As they all lay slain.
The furious scream of the Demons call, As the winged Gargoyles let you fall.
The searing power of the flame, Burning you as quick as they came.
The claws of the cursed scratch you blind, your beg for mercy is declined.