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A poem I worte at school. Um...I don't know a summary for it...but...just read it and find out, kay?
Dark clouds of silk and dread ,
Whisper insane thoughts into your head,
As you stand here, watching him die,
Until there's nothing left for you to do but cry.
The days are hard without him by your side,
And no one can count how many tears you've cried,
In the end, it's all the same,
It's nothing but a sick, cruel game,
Fate it's player, choosing who loses or wins,
Now you regret even making those sins.
Now, you realize, your days are numbered,
And all just because you blundered,
Oh, how irony is bittersweet,
And how crimson blood dries cold at your feet,
You swell with pleasure,
At your extreme measure,
And jab the knife once more into his side,
All because to you he lied,
You scream out his name,
Realizing that you are the piece in fates almighty game,
You killed him in his own cold blood,
That swirls now in rain and mud,
Just to prove that you are sane...
Irony and fate are laughing at you now,
And you are wondering how,
Just take a look at the mirror,
See? Your eyes are so full of fear,
The knife to your flesh isn't helping,
Even though it feels as if your pain is melting,
It shall forever remain.
So, hope you enjoyed the game,
I know I've had my fun,
Just watching the way you rip your flesh, and your warm blood run.