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I want to trace your eyes with my fingers so they sting with the oils of my essence. I want you to feel the pain I do when you leave in the mornings.
Some use words as though they're knives, They'll slice the air and ruin lives, Cut the mood then fear arrives, Move through your veins in swooping dives.
I struck you hard And you fell down. Bruised hands and knees, Red faced with a frown. I slapped you hard, Hoping you'd shut your gob. But too late it was done, You'd done your job.
and I will shoot you down on the flood plains of my mind until you succumb to the waves. My finger quivers on the trigger of a gun that you have made.