Deadly Psycho Poems

To them who are proud of being alive,
For them who say survival is all for which they strive,
Even for them, who say life is a bless,
...

Where fire is, Smoke will soon come,
But when they notice the smoke, The fire'll be long gone,

Shredding my hearth, it raged through my body,
...

A childish voice,
A childish choice,
A whisper so very soft,
A whisper of someone you loved,
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People have a lot of faces,
Some good, some bad, some ugly, for a tad,
But each one of those faces,
Are traces of the past,
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