I don't do knives...generally
it makes me feel weak.
But then one side of me would kill to kill.
It's like personallity hide-and-seek
I much prefer to claw at my very skin
Silent pleasure clouding my face
I favour not to show him
One side of me can't be traced
I try not to cry
My 'smile' helps me cover up the freak
One side wants light, one dark
It's like personality hide-and-seek
I don't do guns...usually
It makes the surrounding world appear bleak
But then, one side of me loves the dark
It's just like personality hide-and-seek
but then you came along
I hate you more than the shining sun
More than a soppy love song
Because people find it too easy
To write about pink flying hearts
In the end they're all black and falling...
pulled out from your lifeless corpse.
-kyle_the_killer_1319 (on Instagram, nmq)
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