Broken and bruised.
I lay here unable to move.
No soul around to hear me as I cry out.
My blood forms shallow pools on the ground.
I weep from my fear of dying.
As I lay here crying it begins to rain.
Tears falling form the heavens far above.
Now I'm cold and wet and my tears and the rain mix with my blood.
My heart stops and rigormortis begins to set in.
What awaits me on the other side.
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~Queen of Hate~
and remember folks imitation is the sincerest form of flattery
and remember folks imitation is the sincerest form of flattery