The Guilty Killer
June 10, 2013
The blood drips down
Her guilty chest
Her heart's ripped out
By shame
She'll never sleep
From lack of peace
She'll never live
Again
A living corpse
Wishing to die
A wish they won't
Be granting
The blood drips down
Her guilty chest
Her heart ripped out
By shame
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