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And the Sharp Things Go-
Snickety, pickety
Scratchety, ratchety
My kiddie scissors
Go wackily hatchety.
Press, stare.
Flesh sliced bare.
My razor blade
Goes with out a care.
Poke, pin
From deep with in.
Some pointy thing
Goes under my skin.
Cry, scream.
The tears won't stream.
I'm killing my soul
And I've never been seen.
Scratchety, ratchety
My kiddie scissors
Go wackily hatchety.
Press, stare.
Flesh sliced bare.
My razor blade
Goes with out a care.
Poke, pin
From deep with in.
Some pointy thing
Goes under my skin.
Cry, scream.
The tears won't stream.
I'm killing my soul
And I've never been seen.
Published 6th Jun 2013
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