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Even When

Writing sounds like fun, it somehow ends up online.
[Here's an attempt.]

The static gets louder with every passing second
Familiar faces have been drained
I witness hearts being torn out
With a lightning cackle following through the bones

A daily mess for the night crew to sweep
All because of of these ficticious whisperings
Yet, the victims return knowing their fate
A heart can be squeezed dry only so many times

I now know that they are not the weak
That word is left for the master of destruction
The trigger happy demon will soon see
The spirit can not be broken




Oh, &

Don't put a smile on your face just to make the world a better place.
This is life, no faking allowed.