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Craven Morehead
Blood drips down
from the side of his face
he was left alone today
still awake inside this place
his body feels so numb
and his eyes can barely see
he fought for every minute
he did not deserve to be
I took the heavy mallet
and i striked it to his head
I knew he would retaliate
I'll crush his bones untill he's dead
I don't believe a word you say
it's just all lies to me
all this torture to dismember
all this fighting just to be
he clawed apart his sanity
and found inside his brain
all I wanted to do with him
was cause him all this pain
I sliced his torso open
but this is just the start
I reached inside his tiny chest
and pulled out his black heart
no-one understood why
did anyone even care?
no-one saw poor craven again
it's like he wasn't even there
I told no-one about it
I couldn't bring my self to say
he still lies there in my cellar
he still lies down there today
I KILLED THE FUCKER ...MAY HE ROT IN PEICES (by nikomas)