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Broken glass,   Not meant
To last, try  to look past
The anger , try not to
See some
One

As a stranger,     as an intruder
Try to look   past their
Differences That
divide Them
From

Each other , that keep
Them so separate
Broken glass
Never
Meant
To
Last
Built for sin
She was a woman that no man
Could resist
Red lips
Pale skin
Hair soft as the angels wings
***** of her time
All that is left
Is a black and white photo
Long slender legs
She teased all the men
As they watched and drank there gin
She danced with a grin
Her dress dipped so low
In the back
Her body twirled with the music
Her red lipstick
Not a smudge
She's what they called perfect
Woman held grudges
But all that is left
Is a black and white photo
On her way out
A sway in her hips
She waved to the camera
And puckered her lips
And in the chill air
A yank on her hair
The allyway terror
She was found
The next morning
The police say it was an animal
She was left without blood
Her neck was swollen
And all that is left
Is a black and white photo
Trick or Treat
Tonight you meet
The scare of your life
Hold on to your wife
I roam the streets
And you I'll eat
Just for fun
Before the sun
Comes out
No doubt
Were you excpecting someone else
Well you have me
So Trick or Treat?
Just a halloween poem,
Golden Silverware,
Sits Ontop Of Broken Shards Of Fine China,
A Candle Stick Lays On The Floor,
The Wood Stained With Misery,
Because She Passed,
War Broke Out,
Hearts Being Punctured With Stakes,
The String Of Sanity Starting To Break,
A Rose Picked From The Universe's Garden,
Then Set In A Vase With No Water,
A Watch Ticked Like A Metronome,
Conducting Life's Organized Chaos,
Every Heart Break Orchestrated,
And Every Death A Crescendo,
The Subjects Attacked Without Looking Back,
Taking The Shapeshifter's Life,
Because They Needed To Have An Excuse,
Other Than Being Misuderstood,
To Distroy Her,
More And More Innocent Lives Were Taken,
Just Out Of Fear,
In Daft Decision,
Most Of The Village Was Whiped Out,
And One Of The 13 Left Out Of 350,
Was The Queen's Killer
It's A Little Confusing, But I Was Trying To Tell A Story, That Kinda Relates To Society Today. It's Pretty Crazy U Can Relate This "Information Era" To Medival Times. People Act Out Of Fear And Will Attack Anything Anybody Points A Finger To, Someone Could Be A Real *******, But A Misunderstood Person Can Be Taken Out Just Because They Say They Are The Killer, And If U Have A "Possie" On Ur Side U Are Vertually Invincible... Don't U Just Love Humans?:)
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