snack time horror part 1
By Post Mortem
pissing into the wind and fecal matters due a place to heave your bloody guts is where we’re going to scum and toxic thoughts are tied brain is on the horror side welcome to the world of doom these rancid dreams about to bloom maggots, lice and dried red blood a sucking sound a low-grade thud a scream a chill runs up the spine surely it is killing time. run, run, run never get far desperation hesitation an axe man with a scar scream to muffle no sounds for help falling now a fiery hell in a grizzly pit i meet my end the axe man has his way again i wake up screaming the night’s cold air and sweat has soaked all that I wear up now sleep cannot return a lesson that i surely learned beef jerky eaten at half past ten will bring the axe man back again! Written February 14th, 2002 © on Feb 14 2002 02:48 AM PST 0 • 10
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