We claw, we kill, we liquidate.
Our kill is one,
Our claws are foe.
Madness strikes,
Yet still still your teeth,
Are aiming for my throat.
Dangerous roads we follow now.
Death is sure to come.
But in the end, we make it through,
And rest on common ground.
Yet even though rest has come,
We still are racing.
Now we near the finish line.
You cut my fur.
I cut your throat.
Now we cross the finish line.
And I,
Cross it first.
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Pieces of My Puzzled Heart
PoetryIt's a collection of my poetry. One of the main presiding topics is the idea of darkness, but there are also other things that are happier. I don't really know what to say other than that. Oh wait. My book is totally AWESOME and you should READ IT(l...
