It hurts so bad when the beats
Of thy broken heart, death meet
.
All the tries to hold my dream
Are mocked cause I simply scream
.
Once i'm told "your throe is fake,
Thy feel none when 'lay on bed"
she was real, the friendly snake
I tried a lot to break her shed
.
A creepy puppet sprang into my life
Thought i'm outwardly weak
Wondering how she lost her knife
She wrote a song she cannot speak
.
Twinkle twinkle little guy
You'll be raised to the sky
Close your eyes and count to three
Death is near as you can see
Twinkle twinkle little guy
You'll be raised to the sky...
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PoetryPsychopaths know that the best way to exploit emphatic people is take advantage of our natural desire to help and care for others. They do this by orchestrating not one, but many, pity plays. They fabricate illness; they describe fake injuries; they...
