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I'll slice you open one by one
take whats mine once I'm done.
Each mutilated body that I pass
is another notch in the glass
pane window that views my life,
walking upon the edge of a knife.
See my smile that is crazy and gone,
withered away with the coming dawn,
blood red eyes gazing towards the dusk,
waiting patiently and never rushed.
Wait patiently my lasting love,
see how far I've fallen from
the highest branch of the pine tree,
hitting every branch; and now you see
just how hard it is for me to love,
gone forever rising above
the hellish demon I've now become,
killing people one by one.
But amidst the gory screams of late,
all I can feel is the rising hate
for each blossoming love in spring,
each beautifully colored thing
that you hand off to another now,
what was once mine is given. How
I really hate what the world gave me,
a poor, deranged, killer kitsune.
Don't ask what inspired it, for I shan't tell you.
 Mizz Mara · Tue Apr 07, 2009 @ 06:39am · 0 Comments |
