snippet from Poetry
Poetry
Wicked thoughts and wicked deeds,
I sharpen my claws to make you bleed

Open wounds and painful screams,
You tear out my heart and watch it beat

Drowning now without a light,
I make my way to shore prepared to fight

Broken glass of shattered mirrors,
I recognize my face in your worst fears.

Empty hopes and empty dreams,
All I am are plots and schemes

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