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Talon Dec 2011
I BURN UNDER MY SKIN
FIGHT THE FEELING WITHIN
I STAB AT MY SOUL
LAY MY WOUNDS UPON THE TABLE
Talon Dec 2011
You don't slit a whole lot other than throats.
And you can command an army of sheep, but not goats.
Talon Dec 2011
The nothingness that lies ahead fills my heart full of dread.

— The End —