The trees are marked with bloodstains throughout the quiet woods
only to see the bright moon shining and a decaying body with limbs torn apart.
The sight of someone running with a heartbeat pounding hard
now you hear the screaming of a bitch covered in bright red crimson,
begging for her life.
No you cunt, tonight you are mine
for your ugliness will kill you and I’ll be snarling hard.
Once I catch you, your bones will be crushed and your body snapped.
For with my claws I scratch you.
Now you, stop that screaming
the echo of your voice makes the trees start to close in
and I have claimed you for your body is now Mine.
The splattered bloody goodness proves the echoes dont lie.
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