Bloody Mask

by Chaos   Sep 24, 2009


You sit there with a blank face of nothingness think about the job you just had to do the hardest in your life.

Then you reach into your jean pocket and take out a bloody clown mask that is all ways smiling.

You just stair at the mask and think the job is done. ‘So why do I feel so empty? ’

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  • 14 years ago

    by Chaos

    Thank you. i know i could of added more but i just couldn't think of anything ells.

  • 14 years ago

    by Mr Rhee

    Hmmmm... I like the idea you used here. I wish it could've gone on little more. Still, not bad. Not bad.