The words of his
is bitter posion going down
down my throat
surgeing pulseing through my body
tearring me apart
so alone so afraid
of this posion going through me
not quit sure what to do
whats to come next
more bitter posion
death death of my innocent soul
torn and tortured by his bitter posion

I have cages below me
I float above them
My antigravitational force being my belief that I am superior
U take my blade and look at the captives in my cages
It seems to be close to feeding time
They are
Afterall
Throwing themselves agaisnt my cages
So I take out my blade
Letting them feed on the drops of blood pouring down my arm
They are sated

Lityle so they know
Ther is POSION IN MY BLOOD

HA
HA
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