I leave roses that are black
while inflicting ones death knowing
There will be no going back
From this place I'm now going
I'll leave black roses, what else can I do
my clan has been murdered with no one to save me
And take back the all the pain I try to fight through
As well as the hatred for the coward whose death he'll never see
I'll sit back and laugh wickedly as Nora finds another that could not be saved
She'll look for clues as to my identity in these one horse hell holes
But she'll fail to find any, just like every other day
Because I choose where my victims will die, in dark rooms, dark....just like my soul











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Good things to those who wait!
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Lynnette Murry AKA DeadlySilent
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