Saturday, January 13, 2007

Kat Skinner

You shone in my life
Right through the clouds of despair
A lovely creature
In my eyes, walking on air
Sternly clutch the knife
And slide it into my heart
My lovely teacher,
And imaginary part,

Giving me the will
To continue until
A mythological creature
Moved in for the kill

And you destroyed me
Disappointment and regret
Cloud your odious soul
Now only a silhouette
Stands in mocking view
Holding that very same knife
Meant to sustain hope
Removing it removes life

Ending the story
Without bringing glory
To my logical teacher
Without caring for me.

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