Thursday, August 23, 2012


by Neel Akash on Friday, July 24, 2009 at 5:47pm ·
every time i said hello, she sliced my face with a blade
i couldn't tell momma what she did, what she said
nobody saw me cry but the garden burned for a while
love, hate, or disbelieve, i don't know which
but she returned like fire to a fly

i've been healing, i've been killing
in case you wonder why
it was the same trap that maimed me every time
what more proof i needed i don't know
i crawled to her feet, and she kicked me gore

i don't know if she made me strong or she made me dead
i couldn't believe the vile she carried in her head
what pretty eyes she has yet what a tease
lord, she loves being the cannibal that she is.

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