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Metal

There's a sharp

Peice of metal

And it is staring at me

With such intensity

It makes me sink

Into my skin

 

The metal

Is dull

And lifeless

But it contains

Great power

Over me

And my thoughts

 

Most would not think

Of this metal

The way I do

And they would not fear it

Or wish it to bring

Harm to them

But I do

 

I have learned to

Need the metal

And I have lost

All willpower

To control my impulses

And I can't think clearly

When I see that peice of metal

Sitting oh, so innocently

Staring at me

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Published
May 28, 2013
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