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Eyeliner
written by anotefromacutter09:27 PM 1/8/05You see into me,
like no one else does.
But you seem to hate me,
like all the others.
Atleast you talk to me,
I was starting to get lonely.
Around my eyes,
nothing but black.
Bloodshot in the center,
but no one notices.
They point, and they laugh,
but they know nothing of the sorrow.
But when they're all dead,
no one will know it was I.
When I rip out their throat,
their screams will be heard.
But mine will be held in tight,
the light they will never see.
When they look into the depths,
of the eyes that i have.
They will never notice,
the torturing of my heart.
They just see the color,
but not the pain.
My eyes, how they feel so numb,
will start to bleed onto you.
And as my disease is transferred,
I pity you.
When I come for you,
how will you come.
With your hands on your head,
or on the trigger of your gun.
Dead on the pavement,
eye-witnesses all over.
Will they call rescue,
or laugh at the job I've done. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by persistent-cutter (1-8-2005 - 10:35 PM)
by persistent-cutter (1-8-2005 - 10:36 PM)
| Awsome poem, I loved it. Although most ppl dont hold my opion in high regards. |
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