Methyl Blue

By Pranav Prakash

Blue, Really Blue

The Plans for Betrayal

By Unknown

A stab to the back
You fall to your knees
The parilous fight you faceA cut to the wrist
A drop to the floor
This is but the beginning
You dispicable whore
The pills eat you from the inside
You tremble in pain
For the rest of your life
You'll do nothing but cry
From the angst of this session
The faces they laugh
The people they point
What will you do?
This humiliation
You're stripped naked
Tortured, burned, sliced
The cuts to your fingers
The ones to your toes
You struggle and cry
But oh who knows
I'll probably never let you go
The betrayl is strong
My anger is fierce
As you lay your broken body
At the foot of your soiled bed
Chains around you
Dirty floor
This is your coffin
Where you'll spend forever more
Tomorrow's another long day
And I just can't wait to play
Get some sleep
And try not to die

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