Strikingly Odd
Ripped open my chestBroke through that cage
Tasted the air
As it flew through my lungs
Such pain is this
My aching abode
The stomach was churning
Holding back the butterflies
Keeping them encaged
Looked about
For a bloody heart
Found nothing
An empty spot
With empty tubes
Muscles contracting
Or so they say
Long worms of insides
Lay up in a pile
The butterflies
Still trying to get out
Insignificant face of mine
My wonderful and me
Throat was slit
It all churned out
Squirting, spraying
All over the rounds
I am not crazy
At least they tell me I'm not
The voices
But the irresistable urge
To kill
To slaughter
To exterminate
I almost gave in
To capitulate
Goodbye
Worthless life of mine
Greet the year
With an incessant bang
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