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PerfectAm I still pretty, even with my scars?
Am I still a good person, with all my sins?
Do I still have a heart, when it's been broken a thousand times?
Will people remember me, even when I'm gone?
Am I fat, when I weigh 88 pounds?
Is it wrong, when I'm in love with someone of my own gender?
Am I ugly, because I don't sleep around with guys?
Am I "emo", because I show my emotions?
Am I still a kid, even when you stole my innocence?
No, you are perfect in your own way.
I got what I deserveDissect me. Make my blood run.
I don't feel it. I'm just a pawn in life's game.
This life means nothing. I'm not deserving of it.
I should be hanging from the gallows.
You know nothing about my sins. I will burn.
I need to suffer. I crave it.
The angels glare. I will end my misery.
But in reality, it's only beginning.
HellWelcome to our institution.
Can you smell the insanity?
It lingers. Or maybe that's the smell of rotting flesh.
The cannibals seem to enjoy it.
Can you see the blood?
It stains everything.
Yeah, the paranoid ones try to take the bugs out of their skin.
Can you hear the screaming?
It's only the patients that misbehave.
We had to chain them up in the basement.
They seem to enjoy it when you tickle their stomachs with a knife.
So my dear friends welcome.
You're gonna find it hard to escape.
You're already dead.
We are oneTo the outcasts.
You are not alone.
No matter who you are.
Or what you've done.
We will unite someday.
We will pay the bullies a visit.
We will watch those fucks run.
So grab your guns and your bats.
And give me a ring.
For tonight is the night we fix everything.
And paint this town blood red.
The demonMerrily he walks along the sidewalk in the dark of night.
It would be pitch black if not for the few dim streetlights.
The pavement is damp and stained with spots of god knows what.
You think to yourself: "What a charming fellow!"
But you would be wrong.
For this man I suppose he can be called, has a horrifying secret.
He isn't a man. He is a creature. A creature set loose from the depths of hell into the streets of mankind, to live among unknowing pedestrians.
Much blood has been shed at his hands. Not a drop wasted.
Flesh torn apart. All of it devoured.
And alas it is his time of night again. The time to prey on these innocent people.
Many of whom have yet to be reported missing.
He saunters over to a young maiden, one who he cannot wait to dig his razor sharp claws into.
"Good evening sir, lovely night isn't it?" says the girl
She gets no response.
"S..sir? Are you alright?" she asks cautiously
This time there is a response, but certainly not what she was expecting.
He pulls o
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