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Catching Up

His throat is gone, as if he missed
His hand still finished, barrel kissed
That makes it two, with missing toes
One less eye and broken bones
Clearly he knew when at the end
He forced himself to contend
Thereís no DNA match, as if a ghost
Weíll have to wait, maybe heíll boast

Dear all who think them smart
I flutter about, tearing apart
You seek and search, as if Iím near
I hope you simply sleep in fear

My whole plans have been executed
As if suicide were something to be betted
You trace a path that canít be repeated
I am smarter, I canít be defeated
Just remember, this is your fault
Donít forget, I canít be bought
If you try again, Iíve planned ahead
Eat your brain, Iím already dead

Dear all who think them smart
I flutter about, tearing apart
You seek and search, as if Iím near
I hope you simply sleep in fear
Vampyre497
Written by Vampyre497 (Will Helgren-Ochal)
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