I've seen your hand held murderess
Making note of its cool, sleek body,
Twisting and turning
Around your fingers,
Leech like.
Producing when in need of reassurance,
Its silent but deadly
At the best of times.
A strange puppet it does form;
For my entertainment
Or yours?
I wait, dumb, for the sudden ****
I'll wait
But eventually she'll slip
From your drenched palm.
Aug 18, 2010
Aug 18, 2010 at 3:28 PM UTC
I've seen your hand held murderess
Making note of its cool, sleek body,
Twisting and turning
Around your fingers,
Leech like.
Producing when in need of reassurance,
Its silent but deadly
At the best of times.
A strange puppet it does form;
For my entertainment
Or yours?
I wait, dumb, for the sudden ****
I'll wait
But eventually she'll slip
From your drenched palm.
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