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The scent of wet dog fills the air
The smell of raw meat
And freshly singed hair
The metallic taste of blood on your lips
Mixed with marrow and murderous care
The sight of your body so limp on the floor
It filled my heart, with pain
The hand jammed into the door
I saw the tears, that must of welled in your eyes
The opening in your chest
That revealed all that your body was
The blood matted hair still smelled of raspberry and fruits
Your arm still stained from muddy, black boots
Your eyes still screamed for help
Even though the time has come and gone
I could see all your body had felt
They used only there hands, not a gun.
Rest in Peace, my wide-eyed dear
The stains will come out
And I will always be here
The smell of raw meat
And freshly singed hair
The metallic taste of blood on your lips
Mixed with marrow and murderous care
The sight of your body so limp on the floor
It filled my heart, with pain
The hand jammed into the door
I saw the tears, that must of welled in your eyes
The opening in your chest
That revealed all that your body was
The blood matted hair still smelled of raspberry and fruits
Your arm still stained from muddy, black boots
Your eyes still screamed for help
Even though the time has come and gone
I could see all your body had felt
They used only there hands, not a gun.
Rest in Peace, my wide-eyed dear
The stains will come out
And I will always be here
Yes... i felt murderous
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I'm going to be a psychopath here and say that I really love this and the... well, brutality? "They used only their hands, not a gun", for example. I love the last stanza.