House Of Glass Poem by Unic Cjonr
House Of Glass
Extinction by bloodless bones -
Corpses are customized to be, the dead -
Guess who is counting -
The equation used by Madam Death -
If you display to be alive -
Simplest of anyway is her way -
Off with your head -
You have to die - Wipe your tears -
Byte your lip -
Close your eyes -
I will not lie - Honey -
This is going to hurt -
Promise -
Just a little bit
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