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Yes, 
I'd like to progress;
skillfully open your chest,
As I do best, 
But halt when I hear you're depressed, And just like the rest, 
life's beaten you to lifeless.
Now I digress,
Back those breasts, 
I run my blade through amazing canvas.
Then comes the paint,
Bleeding, you faint, 
but I'm determined, this work I can't taint.
So I'll strap you down,
then I'll dig and dig
til I hear the right sounds,
Carving through skin, 
layer by layer I'll see where you've been.
I need to know, 
I need to see,
I need your pain to be even with me.
I need to believe that others can bleed,
Before I breed or heed words they've agreed.
I need to leave an Impression on thee,
Be it my rhymes or my philosphies.
I need to see 
that others can see,
I need to know I'm not the only me.
Squirming you squawk,
Trying to talk,
Meanwhile I'll outline you in chalk,
Sweat on my brow,
Envisioning this,
I am engulfed in what your future is.
we're almost done,
wasn't this fun?
Just like I promised, honest as a nun.
I've made a mess, 
seen you at best.
Now that I've opened you I can digest
All of your pieces in small increments,
Savor the taste,
Leave none to waste,
Make sure the flavor comes not from a baste,
Sometimes I make, 
Far too much haste,
But I can't help it,  I live for the chase,
Would die for the hunt.
And now I guess I'm being blunt
Trauma to head, 
I'll pick your mind until I've left you dead.
Just like a leech,
On you I'll feed,
I'll fight myself, but survival is greed.
So I stay away,
I hide my shame,
Because i hate forgetting new names.
I'd rather be cold,
Withering old,
Dying alone without my story told.

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