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May 2013
Swank to the floor
My ears are covered
So I hear nothing except you
Dancing in front of the mirror,
In the dark,
So I can picture myself any way I want
Any way I need to…
I close my eyes and move
No longer fearing the dark
I hold my knife close to my heart
Protecting myself from the horrors of the world.
Monsters try to bring me back to reality,
Turn on the light
And open my eyes
Forcing me to see what really stares back from the mirror
Knife protect me,
Bring me to safety.
Back to this gothic but garish look I adore
Wrap me in your melody
Carry me until My feet are far from the ground
Until my voice is in sync with yours
Continuously until nothing else matters
Until the tears are gone
And I do not clutch my chest in pain.
My Knife My Knife,
Protecting me always,
Leading me to good places,
My knife,
Delivering me from a world of strife.
Fish The Pig
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