Lilly Van Allen

29 May, 2015 07:36 AM
The quiet room,
The blood stained tomb,
Another broken, beaten, blue,
But no one can save you from this mess,
Bright red blood seeps through my dress,
You were to distress,
To see me consumed by this emptiness,
And when you run and scream,
When I cut you in your spleen,
For your blood is all I need,
To feed the demon inside of me,
And to finally set me free.
Tags: Death, Insanity, Demon
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Pensyayo says:
24 Jul, 2015 04:29 PM


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Gabriella RodriGuez says:
26 May, 2016 05:19 PM

tht was really good..

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