Bla Bla Black Sheep

Bla Bla Black Sheep

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jan 12, 2017
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7years old So rare, So red, So ridge at edge he's such a suffocating friend That plays after 10 While, The voices spin her head As they travel Through, Her spontaneous brain Just to begin She's been mimicking words Babbling the rest From, this non-escaping place Nothing but, A respective stages Where did her God black sheep go? That spied on her , For days In all her fairy tales that were burnt to shreds They snuck up and wrote rest Who would of known that momma would of had a lover Who played her rent With his dying soul Crept into his daughter's room With his sweaty palms of rotting flesh Waking up from a burry day dream Pierce sky's ,sharp knives In her head of mine Screaming as she pleads Give me a reasons But, Nobody gonna believe her While, she fights with these demons Who would of known that her mother was behind the thing
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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