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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He strolls down the boardwalk so reverently. Uncertainty flows through the civilians minds. He looks them up and down, picking his victims. He plays with their mind showing them fake substance of his being. He rips at their soul, and spoon feeds their minds with all his untimely lies. Their all naive, they all don't see. He's dangerous, he grabs hold of his victims with his claws which are sharp as ravens, and punctures their heart. I've been there, he's done so to me. He's took my everything and now there is nothing, I am nothing. He's made me one of his fake beings, nothing but a dead talking head with no words coming from my fake mouth.Nothings real.He is now higher than I. He's took my everything and sucked it inside, he knows all the secrets I attempt to hide. I love this man, although I can't stand his presence,he makes me sick. He was all that I ever cared, ever dared to do things that scare the hell out of me. He scared me so much in his unconscious land, I'd flood out my heart my conversation he never took part. He's killed me, inside a part of me is gone. He took it when I let him inside, now secrets I can no longer hide He's seen it all, he's took it all. I layed in his arms and there were no longer any harms, that was a lie! That guy was taking my innocence, taking every ounce of angelic substance in my aching body. Now a black saddened substance flows through my veins. I was a part of him and he was a part of me. Now I'm scared, could this be the truth of his raw being? Was he so sad? Was he so bad? The answer I sware I cannot bare. I know the truth, but have not spoken a word for fear my killer would take my only identity I have left. I love you my ruthless killer Put your pistol to my brain and drive me insane again Cheap thrill Fire at will Do I fit the bill
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