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Piece by Piece the Shell is Formed
The repetitive peck
keeps chipping away
piece by piece
The constant thumping
pounding through my head
has left me a mere shell
That one thought
of ending the source
is all I have left
Venturing through the door
and seeking the innocent
the ground is soaked in blood
keeps chipping away
piece by piece
The constant thumping
pounding through my head
has left me a mere shell
That one thought
of ending the source
is all I have left
Venturing through the door
and seeking the innocent
the ground is soaked in blood
Published 17th Nov 2013
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