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The Anemic Knife
I float forever, suspended in air,
My body, Anemic and weak,
One swipe of my steel friend and my blood spills,
I'm the king of the empty stree,
Staggering through the alley,
My blood spills openly,
The 34th street of emotion,
My shirt matches my blood,
I lick the blood off my kriss,
The chrome with plattered specs of the soul,
I stagger and fall on my lovers grave,
And die with the sight,
Of her ghost in the fog.
My body, Anemic and weak,
One swipe of my steel friend and my blood spills,
I'm the king of the empty stree,
Staggering through the alley,
My blood spills openly,
The 34th street of emotion,
My shirt matches my blood,
I lick the blood off my kriss,
The chrome with plattered specs of the soul,
I stagger and fall on my lovers grave,
And die with the sight,
Of her ghost in the fog.
Published 13th Jun 2012
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10th Oct 2012 6:01pm
thank you very much and i will work on a follow up and send you the link when its done :D
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