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Playing My Violin (Part One)
Holding the bow to my violin, But I have no violin. I need to hear the sound of misery, And your heart I have already killed. You're heart played such sweet, narcotic music, It was candy to my ears. I'm addicted to your pain and misery, A drug that fills my vains. Lust and addiction for the drug. I've already killed you though. Blood drips from my violin bow, The blood from what was left of your heart. I'm smiling; I've finished you. Time to hunt for another. Licking the tear-filled blood from my bowstrings, I'm off to find another fool. . . It was this day, that I ran into you, So damaged, nafarious, so dangerous. . . You were sure to be a challenge, And, Thy Dearest, I do love a challenge. You were heartless and cold, Dark and alone, I just had to have a piece. Your deep blue eyes searched into mine, And I, in return, searched yours. There was just one problem with this though. I couldn't find your violin You were heartless and cold, Without a doubt, There was no violin. . . How could this have happened? Another monster got to you before me? We began the facade right then and there. . . Both of us playing the game. Who would win though? I always win.
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