• The scissors that sit in my hand
    Cold, unforgiving steel
    As heartless as my empty shell
    I love the way they feel
    Wonderful, bloody thoughts
    Pour through out my mind
    To watch the hated ones
    Cold metal enter them from behind
    To watch their lifeless bodies
    Empty themselves of blood
    Of all the natural disasters
    The most beautiful is the flood
    The endless ocean of scarlet
    Pours from the vacant corpse
    Scissors buried at the hilt
    Still i feel no remorse
    I slowly clean the blades
    Dripping dark, glorious red
    I leave a solitary black rose
    On the hated I leave dead
    Lifeless bodies lay around
    Pathetic faces show
    The sick joy that this brings me
    Is one they will never know
    My dark heart is filled with joy
    of my ill-gotten deed
    The replaying image of their death
    Is all the happiness i need
    My cold, empty heart
    as colorful as my eyes
    Black teardrops fall
    Same color as stormy skies
    Black mixed with red
    Swirling darkness mixed with blood
    Visions of the hated ones
    Corpses rotting in the mud
    The cold, unforgiving blades
    Sit once again in my hand
    Now be careful, dear hated ones
    For soon you meet your end
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