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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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