You sit in your room
Sharpening your blade
Admiring its shine
Waiting for the time
To be right
To kill
You sit in your car
Looking at your blade
Anxious, curious
For when
You kill
You get out and walk around
You see, you gaze
No one is around
Stab, Stab, Stab
Death, morire, morire, morire!!
Purgatorian Post # 708
8 Responses to “Stab”
now you're just starting to freak me out :s
*passes you some proza-skittles*
*passes you some proza-skittles*
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would like to do that someday.
Do you need someone to talk to?
Ext. Dodo, thanks
TF, I know
Jewaira, why?
TF, I know
Jewaira, why?
such an adorable baby....yummmy 
as for your poetry......purg are u planning on killing someone cuz if you are.....give us the details on how you plan to stab he/she.....or it and how it felt like....you always amaze me in your posts always....;)
as for your poetry......purg are u planning on killing someone cuz if you are.....give us the details on how you plan to stab he/she.....or it and how it felt like....you always amaze me in your posts always....;)
YBF, details not to be disclosed
as you wish....:OP