I wrote this one up special for you guys because I'm going out of town tomorrow and won't be back until Tuseday. So to make up for missed updates, here's my second post in two days. I hope you like it!
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They call me obsessed
But they don't know
They don't see his eye at night
Clouded with nothing but coolness and loftiness
They don't hear his voice at night
Tinted with an almost inhuman assurance
They don't wait for the bones to heal at night
That have been broken with such exactness so as to promise the most painful and drawn out convalescence possible
They don't hear his threats at night
That promise that to make up for my lost servitude the next bones to break will belong to my friends
They don't hear screams at night
That I pray aren't real
That I pray will never be real
That I pray will be real just so I can make them go away
They call me obsessed
But they don't know
They have no idea