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Feb 2010
Your eyes so cold, your heart so numb

I know what you are

A monster, a tyrant, I'm so dumb

to think this could go far.



Your face is pale, you never speak

I can't say a word

Never again, you'll think I'm weak

But you'll never again be heard.



I'm not dumb, I'm not smart

I am simply sick.

I look at you, rip you apart

Am I finally psychotic



I had to do, what I had to do

I couldn't leave you here

I took the knife, I got rid of you

and thus I end my fear



I lay your body, ever so still

I drop it into a hole

This I know, you'll never feel

I watch you as you roll.



I am weak, and yet I'm not

I hope I pay the cost

For this crime, I hope I rot

Assuming I don't get lost
Copyrights: 2009 by Matthew
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