Monday, March 25, 2013


Black inside, black within
A laugh, as cold as ice
A smile, a memory of sin
The calling sounds twice

The calling for the end
For the bitter departure
Of a former friend
And the return of torture

"Let me go!"
Is all you scream
"I did not know!
"I did not mean to be mean!"

I listen not, enjoying
Watching you suffer
I smile, drawing the blade
At the sight of it, you shudder

Such an insane glee
I feel as I watch you weep
It runs through me
As I forcefully put you to sleep

When you collapse, I smile
And let you go
I bury you, and sit upon your grave for a while
"I will remember you; the only innocence I will ever know."

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