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Staring out the window
Lips pulled back
Into a snarling sneer
I tilt my head at the gray sky
Yellowing teeth anchored in red pools
Bottom lip sagging in a vicious snarl
Jaw held taunt by dying muscles
And eyes squinted in an effort to see
Circling vultures
Coming for me
With their razorblade smiles
And darkened feathers
Body pulled this way and that
Leaving little pieces of me
Here and there
As the battle of tug-o-war ensues
Circling vultures
Coming closer
Coming for me
Beckoning with razorblade smiles
My mouth forms unheard words
Various expressions of hate
Flickering across my face
Not staying for long
Large black wings
Encircling the gray sky above
Beaks curved upward
In those taunting razorblade smiles
Pale skin specked with gray
Body barely held to together
Shambling along
Twitching out of pent up rage
Circling angels of death
Beckoning me
To come closer
With razorblades
I tilt my head back
Into the glaring sun
Neck giving a pop of refusal
My eyes burning with the sun
The world turns dark
Upon me my angels fall
Straight from the heavens
Grinning the whole way
The world turns dark
As my body falls to ash
Turning black and decrepit
Like my razorblade angels
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Shambling around
With no place to rest
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Forever haunted
With the same grin
My black angels with their razorblade smiles...
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