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Symphony Of A Murderer
**warning: very dark poem**
as you become silent
fog rolls in close,
chilling and thick
like the breath of a dead man
breathing on my neck
your heartbeat
loud and panicked
drum again and again in my head
sounding your despair
do you know there is no hope?
Instruments are gleaming
as sparkles in the dark
calming my nerves
but oddly enough, not yours.
why are you so panicked.
do you know there is no hope?
cool blade tracing on warm flesh
leaving goosebumps in it's wake
silently marking its territory
my ears are used to your heartbeat already
no matter how loud it may be
please relax...
...
this'll hurt you more than it'll hurt me
Copyright: me
I worked hard on this.
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