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Feb 2011
Cold, cold hands.
These hands of mine...
Cold with red.



I carry a burden.
Such a heavy burden.
I bury this burden-I bury deep.
So, so deep.



As I drive, I feel relief.
My mind is wandering from place to place-
from thought to thought.
...I swirve.
Hitting a tree is not what I need right now,
or is it?



Maybe it would be better if I no longer existed.
I'm quite awful, really.
I lie to people very often-
no remorse.



Nah, maybe not.
Just keep on driving.
That's what I should do.
Exactly what I should do.



Home.
Home feels so wonderous.
I need my bed...but I shall retire to the couch tonight.
My sheets are awfully messy.



Pit pat,
ratta tat.
Knock knock,
it's twelve o' clock.



I answer the door,
and I find a man in uniform.
"Do you know the whereabouts of this woman?"
She looked very familiar...



"No, oh no, my, my, no, no."
I answer with earnest.
"That will be all, sir".
Men in blue.
Never leaving me alone.



I feel they like me.
I wonder why?



Night time again.
Oh, I love the night.
I don't love this woman, though.
She lays on my bed, naked.
Some girl from a bar-
she wants to lose her inhibitions with me.



What she doesn't realize is...
I'm losing mine with her.



I tell her to close her eyes.
She obliges.
I walk softly over to her.
Slowly, slowly.



I feel her body with my hand...
I feel absolute power within my palm.
Bliss runs through my body-
I end her.

Now I have another burden for the night.
It's no real problem, honestly.
I'll just take her where I dump all of my other burdens.
Hopefully I won't be too tired to lift her.



She's pretty light, anyways.
-Written by Devon Newsom
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