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PierceCategory: poetry I guess
Wednesday, 13 June 2012
02:35:02 AM (GMT)
Anyone with half a brain,
anyone with half a heart,
would've felt a little pain
watching her get ripped apart..

But for someone like me..
(I'm no stranger to the art
of throwing words like daggers,
the ones that will rip you apart.)

No longer do tears phase me
in this survival game.
I have no regard for anyone,
everyone's the same.

Anyone with half a brain,
anyone with half a heart,
would've felt a little pain
watching her get ripped apart.

But for someone like me..
(I'm no stranger to the art
of throwing words like daggers,
the ones that can pierce any heart.)

Please don't hate me right away,
it was the pain that made me
who I am today,
a merciless monster
shaped by the hands
of those who will never,
ever understand.
Anyone with half a brain,
anyone with half a heart
would've felt a little pain
watching her get ripped apart.
But I have no brain,
and I have no heart,
I'm a mindless machine,
and I've mastered the art
of throwing words like grenades
to decimate and destroy
in this fucked up world
where there is no joy.

[Disclaimer: This poem is not actually based on me or my personality.]

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