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Digging Deeper

Sometimes I wield words like weapons without awareness
And wildly wave them about, careless �
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Like a madman with a flail �
I throw on some chainmail �
Foaming at the mouth � �
Looking burly, quite rabid � �
Survivors can vouch � �
I'm a creature of habit � �
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I gnaw on the bones �
Of that corpse on the couch � �
I saw off the toes � �
No remorse for the slouch � �
He deserved to die alone � �
"Encore!!", I shout �
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The gore show must go on � �
To entertain me 'til I'm gone � �
Eventually I'll join the fray of limbs � �
For now I'll just obey the whims � �
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Since I think I want a lovely garden � �
A mass grave right in my back yard then � �
I guess I'd better grab a shovel � �
A spot in the shade, nice and subtle � �
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Start to dig, while flinging dirt
I dream about the pretty flirt
That I'll soon inflict stinging hurt
Upon, now don't look so disturbed
Knew when her whispers I first heard
Her breath as it caressed my flesh
She would be the first to linger
Waste away, attraction venomous
This pit of hunger, ever ravenous � �
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More victims, famished, fill the pool � �
I'll dive right in, blood red like jewels � �
I'll never forget the taste � �
I'll savor lives that I've erased �
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