blood splattered walls
tell the storys i cannot
they tell of the murder
of the hate and pain
they are like a code
i'll just leave you
to decifer it all
see what you can find
but i am near
so don't go in alone
i'll slit your throat
then cut your heart out
it will be my reminder of you
i am envious of your writing, so i shall take your advice, and c if i can improve. :P thanks for the coment :P
How interesting, i will bring my freind Bob, the builder...;)