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Blades
Blades are my world
They keep me sane
They consoul my soul
The way they slice a piece of flesh
It's no contest
They are the best
The blood that drips
From my finger tips
But the one thing you don't know
It's not my blood that consouls my soul
It's the blood of the evil
Of the damned and insane
It fills me with joy
I laugh at their pain
The horror ethched on their faces
I am glad to be insane
My blade
My katana
My hikari no kasai
They keep me sane
They consoul my soul
The way they slice a piece of flesh
It's no contest
They are the best
The blood that drips
From my finger tips
But the one thing you don't know
It's not my blood that consouls my soul
It's the blood of the evil
Of the damned and insane
It fills me with joy
I laugh at their pain
The horror ethched on their faces
I am glad to be insane
My blade
My katana
My hikari no kasai
Published 27th Jun 2012
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27th Jun 2012 10:40am
A craving, a hunger, a need. There's no staying the wonder under it all, what grows, a seed of rage, it plays out and becomes something more. This one read like a bloody vine.
