Rat Traps
• Written by Anonymous
// This is some of my old stuff :)
Rat'a'tat'tat, what the FUCK was that?
banging on the back door,
SMACK! Hit the floor, CRACK!
Pool of blood spilling, wet sign for this TRACK!
That's a FACT! Axe just entered your BACK!
Didn't see it coming, too blind, sitting there humming
dumbin from the lack of blood running.
Numbing, poke you with a pin... nope nothing.
"Come on you must have felt something?!"
Sethered your spine, your movement lines
There's no dancing for you tonight.
Hung by your intestines, swinging from side to side,
like when wind blows through singing chimes.
Your murder will be front page desert n' last page concern,
middle page left for the gory flirts, the rednecks and mercs,
priests might even glance for the sake of the church.
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