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Jan 2016
As we fast forward in life

Event after event happens and we move on

But I have decided to use a knife

Just to let go, and never grab on



Some people say that it is wrong to trust it

But all I could say is that it was an escape

Whenever the red drops, I think 'what a *******'

And you will too, if you see what I had made


The red cape blows, and the devil sings

For he now had caught me in his trap

Sadness is all that silver brings

When the crimson flows, he laughs and makes a loud clap


For he had made your head think red

To inflict pain upon yourself, so that you could blame you

Only you, but not the one who led

You to think that this was your cue


Only one thing can stop the blood from flowing

You need a companion, one that will stand by you

No matter what is happening

And his pretty smile will be your clue



His hugs will be you handhold

In this fast-flowing river called life

His words will be all that is told

For a good friend will gladly trade himself with that knife.
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Selfish Poet
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