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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Dark · #2081022
What drives your inner monster?
-Sitting in the back of a deserted classroom,
Bones scatter the floor, and the walls are pealing like...like burnt flesh ripping from the skull.

-All of the lights are broken, the glass sparkles against the ground
The air smells of freshly cut grass on a Saturday morning.

-Walking in the hallway,
Blood stains the white polished floors, rusted and broken lockers against the walls.

-The light rods are swinging, creaking in the dark
Against the light, a giant figure stands holding a blood soaked knife.

-Wearing a pale white mask, the darkened eyes shine through,
Looking deep into his victim's soul,

-And, you...drop the blade...
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