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"Killer in the Flesh" republish with video reading

She said, "There's a Killer in My
House, Who's Taken all My Pride;
A Substance in My Soul, that is
Draining Me Dry,"

And, the Silence Creeps in Deeply,
taking all the Life

So, I asked Her, "Am I Your Killer;
Am I the Treason,"    
Or, "Am I the Tourniquet, that stops
Your Grieving,"

And, She said, "Do You really want
to Know; do You want My Reasons;
just let Me know, so We can Exercise
these Daemons,"

I looked in the Mirror, to See Myself,
but instead, I saw something else
She's far away from this place
It's to Empty, for Me to Reserve My
Name

So, I asked Her, "Am I Your Killer;
Am I the Treason,"
Or, am I the Tourniquet that stops
Your Grieving,"

And, She said, do You really want
to Know; do You want My reasons;
just let Me know, so We can Exercise
these Daemons,"
Written by hungrypan74 (Dantalyon)
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