Sense

by Si Chotic   May 12, 2006


I see lifeless bodies on cold silver tables
i hear nothing but the sound of large tools
i feel the cold air coming from the open cabinet
i smell rotting flesh
i taste bitter death I'm the air

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  • 17 years ago

    by Phantasmagoria

    YOU'RE A MEAN PERSON WHO LEFT THAT COMMENT MYESHA IS THE BEST..YOU HOMO.

  • 18 years ago

    by masked_senses

    You suck...5/5

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