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Smile
Such ridicule behind that smile
And hate behind my eyes...
And when the night falls all around
Like a crow, sheer terror flys!
Let fly
Let loose
This tool of death
Till loosely in my hand
It's handle hangs by just a thread
Your body's mangled bloody strands
Strands of life now screaming death
Now death is on your door
That smile, that smirk, that sneering face
Will ridicule no more
Hmmm...*evil eye* I don't
Hmmm...*evil eye* I don't think I like him either... grrrrr.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
hahaha thanks for the
hahaha thanks for the comment! :)