Days like today
full of stark weather
I feel like going on a
sort of spree
leaving a trail of
demise in my wake
and funeral attire
he's got the look
of survivor's guilt
is not a factor in my life
so precious and draining
on the floor, die
twice my darling
and obviously don't
say another word
I am Hell, purely
and simply evil
I smile but
it never reaches
my eyes
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