Bored

In the end, we all die.
Why should I
Even try?
Gun in hand,
My life shall end
My suffering shall be known, friend.

1 years ago 37 views 1 frames 1 Like

Every week,
He stocks you,
Like his prey.
Until midnight,
When he comes,
He will not be happy,
And welcome,
You in his haunted house.

1 years ago Reply

The mask is off,
Upon your eyes.
Time ticks away,
'Till your demise!
I'm gonna get you~
No escape, no place to hide!

1 years ago Reply

In the note pad, fates a written
Cuz Pandora didint listen
Time will march and here with me
THIS SCREEN AT LAST YOU EVER SEE!!!!

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