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Die, my dear
Die, die, die my dear
No one want this lovely life of yours
As I kneel down, head up
Waiting for the right time
Now take this bloody knife
From that murderous table of yours
And chop this head of mine off
For you to enjoy the show
There's that wish you always wanted
Now are you happy? Sad? Or horrified?
Published 23rd May 2014
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23rd May 2014 6:46am
i like the spirit of this poem. it has a real feeling of bitter-heartedly embracing the darkness comming on strong.
23rd May 2014 6:59am
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