No names will be mentioned, no titles be given,
but this is a tale of shock and hurt,
like a bad dream I would like to have forgotten.
It was a forced decent from joy,
all done without a notice,
done behind my back, thier dark secret, thier ploy.
Am I shocked to emotionless?
Or am I really that cold...
swallowed up into the inky darkness?
Was it all a misunderstanding,
or was it just an inbalance
an experiment combusting.
Should I feel remorse?
Should I feel.....?
I know not but of that force.
That force of that push
of a blade going down,
deep into my back from behind, an ambush.
I was slain by someone
with a face of a buddah
but the heart of a demon.
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The Online Diary of an Eccentric young and dark artist with her occasional outbursts of joy over the trivial matters of her pitiful daily life..
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