One slash here,
One slash there,
So many slashes starting to appear.
Like the beginning of a storm
It starts slow then begins to pour
Dampening the linens below.
It saddens me so,
To see the victim so cold and alone.
I almost shed a tear,
But why should we after all
The pain we have endeared.
Make the call,
And claim she went insane
So freedom can ring yet once again.
(2005)
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