The Blade

Hayley Turner

09 Oct, 2016 12:16 AM 
The blade through her neck
Blood spills everywhere
A grin spreads wide on the killer's face
Oh the dark gooey blood
Brings a thrill to his bones
The head separated from her body
Oh the blood and the grin and the blade
Of that fateful day
As he stood above her
A grin still spread wide over his ghostly face
Oh the blood and the grin and the blade
Of that fateful day.
Tags: Murder, Graphic
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