By far the darkest piece Ive ever written.. Inspired by the rage felt in her telling me about when she was raped as a child.. Chomo As you lay there in a puddle of your own blood and bile, and your thoughts race a dying mans final thoughts, May those thoughts consist of this perfect being that you robbed with cruel disregard for this is the purest driving force known to man.. The power of a childs innocence... And as you wrestle to plug the holes from which you leak like a seive, in futil attempt at that one last chance of life, you grow weak and dizzy of blood loss, I hope it registers with you, that you lay on the slippery slope to death, because of the savage disregard displayed in ripping from that child their innocence.. And just a split second before you die, I want the pain equivalent of a thousand lifetimes thrust through your mind.. A dying mans thoughts.. And just you know.. As you go up in smoke to the smell of gasoline, I wont waste the piss that it takes to put your gums out.. Intricate B
Posted on: Sat, 16 Nov 2013 01:56:19 +0000
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