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Friends of the pack

Poetry By: SkarlettStone

So all the friends of the pack either hate us, try to kill us, or move away.
What the hell is wrong with us???

Submitted:Sep 2, 2008    Reads: 87    Comments: 6    Likes: 1   

Love me yesterday

Hate me for this

He fucked with our lives

And Messed up our heads

We are afraid

To live as we once did

For fear he'll findout

And end us in an instant

We cannot hide from the mirrors

And you cannot say we won't die

He is a liveing breathing phycho

And we're hunted day and night

You never see it comeing

From where you are as a child

You learn about the scary men

But only fear them for a while

Your knees begin to buckle

As his eyes tear you apart with pride

When we meet our maker

He'll be the reason we died.


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