Unic Cjonr

(Capriborn 73)

Just A Little Bit


Extinction does not count the days.
Before the end.
Send by time.
In more or less a given line.
Destroyer by destruction.
As if, predictors no the way.
Every year, so they say.
I gather every single one.
I am alone with my bloodless bones.
What I read was written in red.
Corpses are customized to be, the dead.
Guess who is counting.
The equation used by Madam Death.
If you display to be alive.
By a twitch in your stitch.
Simplest of anyway is her ways.
Off with your head.
You have to die.
Wipe your tears.
Byte your lip.
Close your eyes.
I will not lie.
Honey.
In this house of glass.
My silver is cast in brass.
This is going to hurt.
Promise.
Just a little bit.

Submitted: Sunday, January 26, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 27, 2014
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