slit slit slit
what is this?
no blood?
gashes but no blood
nightmare!
it must be
for who can
cut and not bleed
slit slit slit
faces pooling out
laughing
laughing in my face
i can not die
so they mock me
slit slit slit
more faces laughing
slit slit slit
the faces fill the room
no air left
to breath
slit slit slit
slit slit slit
faces laughing
they have filled the room
laughing
laughing in my face
for i can not die
NIGHTMARE! ! ! ! !
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