The Pain Of Silence and Solitude

by Ruben   Apr 3, 2007


The ultimate pain of solitude and silence
broken by the sounds of whimpering
blood is everywhere
spelling out the horror of what happened
telling no lies
and giving no explanation

fear overwhelms the victim
who's sitting in the corner
the blade lays on the floor
covered in red liquid
the victim is dying
but he's enjoying every second

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