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The Specimen
Lurking through the shadows
Sifting through my memories
Skipping through the meadows
Cutting out your ovaries
Pulled out firm and tight
Raise my blade into the air
Shining forth this dome of light
Bringing my pleasure to your despair
I swear I'm not a madman
Nor a specimen like Mr. Lecter
But this certain thrill demands
I do this to protect her
So I run to the shadows once more
Sifting through what's presumably reality
Deciphering the codes and the lores
Begging for this plea of insanity
Sifting through my memories
Skipping through the meadows
Cutting out your ovaries
Pulled out firm and tight
Raise my blade into the air
Shining forth this dome of light
Bringing my pleasure to your despair
I swear I'm not a madman
Nor a specimen like Mr. Lecter
But this certain thrill demands
I do this to protect her
So I run to the shadows once more
Sifting through what's presumably reality
Deciphering the codes and the lores
Begging for this plea of insanity
Published 26th Mar 2014
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26th Mar 2014 7:52pm
"I do this to protect her"...fascinating insight into a demented mind. I especially liked the last stanza.
26th Mar 2014 9:41pm
Thanks for the feedback. Not sure where that last stanza came from but I really like it as well.
27th Mar 2014 12:55pm
27th Mar 2014 4:45pm
