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pyre Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 136 |
My knives are perpetually sharp They sit comfortably in place My sheers cut pennies and knuckles All day long without gaining deface Thick white rock wall It surrounds me It slaps a tie on me It cripples me I can't walk anywhere Without pouring moist profanity I have wonderful things to share And all will care Including the fearful here Paralyzed of their duties near Its fear I have wonderful things to share And sharp blades with which to share Even sell No matter the thinness of a blade Rocks only receive scratches Black and white squares A touch of red My job is undead Important as my veins Though the nurse spills Babies me Calls the police to tell me to leave Jesus didn't tap out Neither will I My knives are sharp And I have many appointments to keep Does she pray? Am I prey? The strength of reality demands honesty and this path is in a shovel... |
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Persephone New Member
since 2008-10-30
Posts 8Ireland |
Murderously good work  Your first two lines ''My knives are perpetually sharp They sit comfortably in place'' were enough get me caught in this one. It's a dark one with a really cool perspective and I love it. Fantastic job Pyre. |
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