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[aid] => mick
[title] => red mist
[time] => 2009-01-27 15:31:44
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[bodytext] => Walking down the Dallas streets My hatchet beside me A thick fog dimmed the street lights And I knew no one could see me The sent in the air was arousing There is nothing like The sent of a young womans blood I let my nose guide the way But the fog made it hard to track which way it was coming from But I found her Sitting on a bench in the park As if she was waiting Waiting for me to take her I did just that To my house in the shady side of town Down to my basement Where I tied her up to a chair I went for my tools My chainsaw, my rusty dagger And of course my hatchet She was so frightened she fainted So I waited for her to wake And when she came to Looking at me crying Face red with fear She asked me why she was here I said I want her blood I chose my tool carefully And picked up my hatchet She cried for her life "No, please. I want to...." CHOP In mid cry my hatchet came down And here head fell to the floor And the blood sprayed from her neck I leaned over and soaked my face In the red mist [comments] => 3 [counter] => 283 [topic] => 59 [informant] => nightwolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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