My Tool
Let's pretend for a second
that I'm the artist and you're the tool
please don't be frightened
my lonely hopeful fool.
Let's pretend for a second
that your blood is the paint
thats dripping down the immage
making you faint.
Let's pretend for a second
that you were in his shoes
please don't be frightened
there isn't much you can do.
Lets pretend for a second
that I'm the artist and you're the tool
please don't be frightened
i'm only using you.
Let's pretend for a second
that you were really there
there is nothing to you
and I know it's not fair.
Let's pretend for a second
that I'm the artist and you're the tool
please don't be frightened
I'm only killing you
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Darkest Hour. This chapter
was posted on Oct 10, 2011 by
Mommochi.
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Free Verse, Imagery, Just for Fun
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