No Secret Exists in a House With Wood Floors

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No Secret Exists In a House With Wood Floors

Creak.

Wake the dead.

Wake the dead below your feet.

Scream.

Wake the living.

Wake the living yet to meet.

Squirm.

Make me laugh.

Make me laugh at how you're weak.

Weep.

See me cry.

See me cry, in joy, at your misery.

Claw.

At the door.

At the door I hold monsters within.

Plead.

Beg me now.

Beg me to not commit another sin.

Lay limp.

See the blade.

See the blade held in my hands.

Whimper.

Now sleep forever.

You willst never wake again.

-5aV

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Sorry I haven't posted in forever!

I'm in the dark mood.

Don't worry, I didn't actualy kill anyone today... Unless hundreds of sourpatch kids count...

Muwahaha lol tell me what you think!:]

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