Chapter 53 of 57

Aim the Murderer

Prose & Poetry132 words~1 min read

TRIGGER WARNING: May contain themes or content that could be triggering or sensitive. Reader discretion is advised. If you find certain topics distressing, please exercise caution before continuing.

I'm craving for my own blood,

I lust for the blood to spill.

I wish to go beyond,

I want to have an end so glad.

I want it to be soon,

No! Now would be so good.

I want to beat myself,

Let blood spill on the shelf.

I hate myself to the core,

Die, cause I am a sore.

I want her to bleed,

Cut her on the wrist.

Aim on the veins!

To bleed a bucket.

Aim on the neck!

She'll snap it, quiet.

I'll thank the murderer,

For it's what I long for.

Bleed to death,

And die worthless.

xysaoirse

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