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Killer
Sometimes, I think I’m a killer
Who puts naive hearts in danger,
Who drowns dreams in quiet lies
In a tempestuous sea of ice.
I’m fond of raindrops made of pain,
Of tears that drip when I hear my name;
A bad wolf in a fairy tale,
Chasing innocence along a foggy trail.
Oftentimes, I think I’m a killer
Who turns a lover into a stranger,
Who likes blood-stained flowers,
A sycophantic heartbreaker.
