Parched.
Give me your soul.
Famished.
But I don't want your heart anymore.
You're like an figment of my imagination,
There for a second,
But gone in a flash.
Spin spin spin,
In a circle.
Though an imperfect circle,
You're a clown.
The snap of my fingers echos through the dark room,
I supress your screams with the gleam in my grin,
Do I care about the mess?
Not at all;
Bloodshed.
I'll put you through worse than myself.
And you'll never forget me;
But as you die you'll keep a smile written across that face.
I laughed as I danced through the faded gray,
The fabric soft but rough to the touch;
You couldn't help but laugh along with me.
You'll disappear in an odd manner.
But when they ask I'll just laugh and say -
We were having so much fun;
Until you decided to leave me again.
I guess you'll never stay.
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