I feed you wolfsbane for lunch
I know you ate it I heard the crunch
Now your sitting there ashen-faced
Your mind starting to embrace
That death will soon be your fate
You'll soon be at deaths creaking gate
You look at me in disbelief
But I just wanted some relief
I couldn't take your yammering on
But soon now you'll be gone
And my ears will no longer bleed
I only have to endure your dying plea
Your last breath to me is pure art
I never claimed to have a heart
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
I feed you wolfsbane for lunch
I know you ate it I heard the crunch
Now your sitting there ashen-faced
Your mind starting to embrace
That death will soon be your fate
You'll soon be at deaths creaking gate
You look at me in disbelief
But I just wanted some relief
I couldn't take your yammering on
But soon now you'll be gone
And my ears will no longer bleed
I only have to endure your dying plea
Your last breath to me is pure art
I never claimed to have a heart
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