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Ghost's Soul (my soul)
Graving, I lay here-
On top of tomb to which my lover once lay-
The ghosts’ enchanting spirits haunting my sorrowful body-
Her face appearing in front of my very eyes, they close in vein
For life, fading away as the blood runs down my cross-burned temples
Odors of the damned
Reason draining like the sewers to which my tears flooded
Even ghost laughs cruelly darkness drowsing into the pupils into eyes-
Vampirism she advocates, sucking the life as she enters my soul it shuts itself in the gates
Each gate-symbolizing my crushes blood and bones
Reluctantly they rust, and like my graving body, they decay…
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"I think in some way I wanted it to end, even if it meant my own destruction."
-Jeffrey Dahmer
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