Don't bother reading this unless you like crappy poetry that should never have been written. The inspiration is there, but the execution is, let's say, pathetic. That's kind of good, though, in a way only I can understand, because it's about a part of my life that I can't really comprehend. So why should you be able to comprehend it?

Impaled by your sword, you criticize me

For spewing blood

And nonsense like 'Help!'

Dazed, the world spins

Around me

Confusing me

I become nauseous

You appear concerned

Surely you won't leave me to die


With my new devil costume

I curse you

You must understand

The signals you send

I can't comprehend

[... May be continued. Definitely not resolved.]

The End

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