The shiny marble and the substance spilled over it
I wanted to puke after seeing that
I had step down my bed and reached hall
Only to see this creepy scene
I went ahead, looked into the marble
My reflection, which was not black in color
As if the liquid was pulling me towards it
The bloody smell, and the eerie feeling
No! I can't take it anymore.
I ran, ran and ran
Finally got over my mattress
Draping myself in the quilt
I instructed myself not to remember
the scene dancing in front of my eyes
But, at last I can't forget
The knife I used to kill the warden
Who dared to slap me
46 stabs right into her stomach
It was blood all around in the hall!!
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~ A
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