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I have blood on my hands
Thick and heavy it is
Weighing hard on my mind
And torturing my heart

She was travelling by
And singing merrily
When fog enveloped me
And voices clutched my mind

In cold blood, I killed her
Silently, ruthlessly
Saw my hands on her neck
And her eyes growing cold

My pulse beat in my ears
Fire blinded my eyes
My arms did not quiver
I squeezed impassively

I have blood on my hands
I will not deny it
And so now, I join her
In this cold, senseless death
©2007-2009 =Elorine
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:hmm: No clue where that one came from... Just came to me without warning, lol. No, I'm not in a foul mod, I'm not feeling gloomy, and no I don't feel like killing anyone. :p

This is my for my 25th spark... although I may try to come up with something more cheerful. :D

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:iconelorine:
Hehe... :mwahaha:

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I dig it.

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Thank you. :)

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Every step, whether long or short, direct or winding, adds to one's journey.

When all else fails, Hope, no matter how thin and remote, is an anchor that helps you stay afloat.

:gallery: My Gallery

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