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Greed · 11-15-2014, 02:10 AM

Theres a hole in my wall. Im appalled. What is going on.
My hand hurts, my head throbs as I wonder what was involved
Theres a woman lying next to me whos rested a cheek on a pillow sheet
Shes definately asleep, precious in pink and sexually a keep
I write in my notebook, whenever im so shook I go look
To remind me im no crook and the road that I sure took
I open the most recent page in the deepest haze, medicine couldnt ease the pain
I freeze in place for what I see leaves me in complete dismay, yet I continued to read away

And it say

She killed her, slit her throat, she screamed as she choked
On her own blood she showed no remorse as the young lady became a corpse
I tried to prop her up as quarts fell down her blouse and shorts
The femme fatale asked me if I would help her hide this whore
But of course I obliged my wife and stored the bloody knife in the drawer
I knicked my hand as I tore her apart and hid the body in the floor
This event is blurry, in the flurry of the murder their was on clear picture
The dying womans last words were surely that shes my sister

Ive lived in a prison without escape and countless mistakes
Ive found my fate, I drowned her face with the pillow case and jumped out a grate

#1-"Memento"(2000)

"I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there. Do I believe the world's still there? Is it still out there? Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I'm no different."— Leonard Shelby.

11-15-2014, 02:10 AM	#3
Greed Raw Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 1,721 Battle Record: 21-40 Rep Power: 29975687	Theres a hole in my wall. Im appalled. What is going on. My hand hurts, my head throbs as I wonder what was involved Theres a woman lying next to me whos rested a cheek on a pillow sheet Shes definately asleep, precious in pink and sexually a keep I write in my notebook, whenever im so shook I go look To remind me im no crook and the road that I sure took I open the most recent page in the deepest haze, medicine couldnt ease the pain I freeze in place for what I see leaves me in complete dismay, yet I continued to read away And it say She killed her, slit her throat, she screamed as she choked On her own blood she showed no remorse as the young lady became a corpse I tried to prop her up as quarts fell down her blouse and shorts The femme fatale asked me if I would help her hide this whore But of course I obliged my wife and stored the bloody knife in the drawer I knicked my hand as I tore her apart and hid the body in the floor This event is blurry, in the flurry of the murder their was on clear picture The dying womans last words were surely that shes my sister Ive lived in a prison without escape and countless mistakes Ive found my fate, I drowned her face with the pillow case and jumped out a grate #1-"Memento"(2000) "I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there. Do I believe the world's still there? Is it still out there? Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I'm no different."— Leonard Shelby. Last edited by Greed; 11-15-2014 at 05:47 AM.