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killer
everyone who encourged me to kill,has since parted for the afterglow.
And Im left here,to my own vices...learning to cope with synthetic devices. I search the faces of kin,them resmebling my skin, and all they tell me is that of they; if they dont approve,then what does that make me? He isnt even around,took the easy route by throwing a bill down, and im left alone to bare this burden,of needless blood shed; statistics. HERE I AM. So stamp a number upon my head, fallen into yet another category... too late for maybes, too late for sorrys. And i try to bring sight to the blind that refuse to see,this gaping void that engrosses me, in all that could have been and all that will never be. Baby killer, yep. THATS ME. |