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It started with one 

Piling up twenty two

Falling like dominos 

Then I come across you

I stop just to see 

Just a peek

Just a glance

You look peaceful sleeping 

In Undisturbed peace

I take out my knife

Starting to trace your delicate flesh

The trickle of blood

The coppery smell

It's filling my nostrils

I think it's quite swell 

I look at my artwork

I look at your face 

I look at the pattern

I take out what's left

What's left to erase

You're almost done

Fresh dirt to uncover

You're fresh from the oven

Down you are now Yet I still to hover

I know you don't get it

I don't either 

You were just so important

Now just known as a sleeper

I'm sorry 

Though I don't quite know why

They call it feelings

They make you feel in the inside

I mark your grave in the mid of night

Making sure that we are out of sight

Not a thing

Not a soul

No one silly as me

To look at you now whispering simply 

Go to sleep