AOWL Week 6: dead man (2-2) VS. Witty (2-2) [WITTY WINS BY NO SHOW.]

[Frank]

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Verses are due SATURDAY 3/23 at 11:59 PST.

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TOPIC: "The Ash" (selected by Adonis)

Good luck to both participants. @deadman @Witty

[dead man]

yar

[Witty]

woo woo

[King Ra.]

@dead man you owe 3 votes extra this week. Any missing votes this week will count as a deduction towards the final tally of this match.

Witty is clear.

[dead man]

why?

[King Ra.]

You did not vote last week. It was stated in the sign in thread that signees must vote on 3 matches.

[Witty]

I see her face
This grief and hate has sealed her fate
She'll be replaced
Evil tastes sweet as cake, on a demon's plate
She pleases me with the pleas she wastes
She teases me with deceit, she's fake
And since she made me wave freedoms blades
She lays deceased...disgraced.

His heart pumps, veins are throbbing in his head
She needed love, now she just needs oxygen instead
The spots where she had bled form clots of ruby red
He feels her hand, already cold...and he notes
The dry blood caking over the hole in her throat
He imagines her soul as it floats
Free, but lost on its own, as he gloats
He grabs her carcass, slices from her eyes to her chest
Then like a manic artist, steps back to admire the mess
His fire's possessed by desires he once tried to reject
Now he doesn't fight, he sees himself as higher and blessed
He brings the dead, he holds everybody's fate in his hands
With fingers spread, life trickling through the spaces like sand
She's simply red....and I don't mean the name of a band
I mean her blood stained face that lays vacant and bland
His brain is racing, he's making a plan
Patient and calm, he grabs a saw and makes a cut in her thigh
Her heart has ceased to pump, so her bloods running dry
He smiles with his mind in it's zone, slicing through bone
Takes the other too, that's just the price of the lies she has sewn
Leaves the knife inside her, checks his pocket - finds a lighter
Goes to his van for something to ignite, tonight she lies in fire

She had to die
Don't ask me why
Sometimes I hear her last goodbye
A frantic cry hoping for some passers by
I laugh...and sigh
They called it a random murder
I call it passion crimes
I Didn't know her
But she had to die
Now they ask where she is
And I just give a flat reply
"You'll find her where The Ashes lie"

[Split]

Witty wins by no show