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Little child,

unwanted and unloved,

small meaningless entity,

filthy piece of trash.

Let your pain build,

let it stew in your waste of a body,

let your cries be heard.

Ugliness is such an understatement,

at least for you,

you who puts on the Mask,

the Mask of Uncertainty,

hidding yourself within your pathetic mind.

Little child,

come to play,

come to see your tattered soul,

watch as it is pulled apart bit by bit,

watch as its hammered down into your own personal hell.

Trust is hard to come by,

let it destory you,

you and your desolate heart.

Little child,

make your heart bleed,

bring more pain into you life,

I hope you have fun.

Little child,

look in the mirror,

look into the eyes,

the eyes that are hollow,

a void of nothing,

a emotionless pit.

Little child,

stare at the cold hard eyes before you,

see the hatred of you that pours forth from my eyes.

You know who I am,

you know everything about me,

do you know whom I am?

I am you,

and this is me.

You poke and prod in places that you should not,

nosing deep into something you will never understand,

picking out many things and turning them to what you like,

though I hope you like hwat you've found,

the secrets that many hide from the prying eyes of the masses.

You think that you have got your revenge,

but in turn of the events which you've caused,

you've caused many peoples blood to boil,

their emotions growing tight like thread,

and with one more idle misplacement of your foot,

you could cut through the tight thread of emotions.

You don't like what you've found,

and now you think that it is time to set things right,

to correct the 'wrong' that you think you see,

the things that you never thought possible,

causing your small emotions to grow slowly,

while you condemn the life of another,

taking away many peoples joy in their life,

tossing it away like garbage.

You think you've done good,

but now it's time to face the consequences,

while many laugh as you run and hide,

trying to protect yourself the best you can,

but your assalents sniff you out,

hunting you down like the dog that you are.

Nice, isn't it?

To bad though,

for you had opened Pandora's Box,

now face the monsters you have brought into this world,

face them with a smile,

and hope that they show you mercy

Make me scream,



make me cry,



cut me open,



rip me out.



Play your game,



I'll play mine,



let's play the dance,



the dance of knives.



Craving ecstasy within you arms,



lapping at your blood doing nothing but harm,



nipping away at your flesh,



while the knives around us do dance.



Let our blood run down,



we are now bound,



by the bonds of pain,



this is nothing but both of our gain.



So lets dance,



and do our harm,



finding ecstasy in deaths arms