The Beast

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Drip Drop Drip

Her tears slided down her lips

Drip Drop Drip

With is knife in hand, I simply coudnt resist

Her rotten body laid on the frigid, filthy floor

When I had repeatedly slashed her she howled, "No more, no more!"

I sighed and said, it's finally over

 

Although her body is lifeless, she wore a demonical leer

I stand here in silence, yet I hear her sneers

Oh for gods sake, when will it be the end of this horrid beast

As hard as I try to contain it, the beast is released

Her half corpse slowly rise, along with the blood covered knife

She looked at me with these virulent eyes, ready to take my life

I shut my eyes, flinching

I felt my body against the wall, cringing

I slowly rose my eyelids, in complete shock

Unable to accept this crisis, the truth is unlocked

 

Drip, Drop, Drip

My tears slided down my lips

Drip, Drop, Drip

With this knife in hand, she simpy couldn't resist

I felt the cold knife inside my chest from the ejection

I looked up to see no other than my own reflection

I held this dagger, Who could've seen

The real beast I yearned to kill, was me.

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