Homicidal Creation
Pupils trace the movements
Of the Dancers fluid turns
From where they sit untouched
Since Creator joined concern
The head rests ever quiet
Awaiting measured hands
Grant features to the sunset sky
As Creator fails to stand
Unspoken words wait on lines
Of abandoned notebook page
Knifes do dull, pencils sharpens
Yet Creator locks the cage
Corpses strewn across the room
Blue blood of time stains teeth
Gruesome grin meets tired eyes
Kill Creator in their sleep.
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