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Nirvana

Cold metal, cold heart
The heart is mine
The gun is his

She screams, on the floor
begging
I watch the liquid trill
Of the bird watching me
Feel warm sun coat my arms
Touch, with the tendrils of my thoughts
The stillness of my heart.
It doesn't beat
I don't breathe.

Far away I hear the slap
Flesh against flesh, against bone
The fragile bird-bones of her skull

A little boy sobs
The sound mingles with the aviansong
Harmony of agony
Building blocks of hatred
Saved for years away from now
When the ice melts around my soul.

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Written November 11th, 2005

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  • AJ Tenshi
    November 11, 2005
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    Intresting