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She walks slowly, feet shuffling through the autumn leaves, the slender razor blade, fresh from the package, gripped tightly in one fist.

Her eyes see nothing but the replay of her love's death, over and over again. His screams echo in her ears, his eyes pleading for help...

She collapses, the blade a welcome friend. The silver glints as she presses the straight edge on her fragile skin, and a ribbon of red streams out. No pain, no fret, just warmth, something she hadn't felt in a while..

French fried eyeballs swimming in a pool of blood,

oops i forgot my spoon, hope they're still fresh at noon,

boiled liver and chopped up heart,

yummy yummy all these parts!

fresh skinned lung impaled on a metal poker,

eeew, i think this lung belonged to a smoker!

Whats this you say, you think it's gross?

These kind of meals i like the most..

Dark to daylight, Stone to Sky,

Caterpillar, Butterfly.

Seeking, waking, buried, blind,

come and seek me, come and find...