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You sit on your perch in waiting
The pedestal you place yourself upon
So easily, and without care for the peasants below
Above the world, they're not your problem
Just seeking for gain of your own
Weed of a child though a child is innocent
Still, you wear that mask so well
You think it's a favour they need to see
So you let that handkerchief plummet to the ground
Wanting to be seen for all but the reality
They mistake it for wings you may have lost
And so you swoop, styled of course as a fall
Closing in on the prey, acting the hunted
Trapping them in psychological claws
Making them fight psychological wars
Until suddenly they see you for you
This entity not entirely seen
Wandering through the shadows
The darkness.
Well darkness, here is the light.
©2008-2009 ~Beckieflitz
:iconbeckieflitz:

Author's Comments

Don't worry, everything is fine.
Just thought of this one in bed last night. I wrote it about a couple of people that I know, based it on their actions.
But make of it what you will. :)

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:iconthenightwriter:
i hate it when people think they are better than everyone else, and use mind games to hide their true nature.

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"In this life like weeds, you're the dirt I breathe." -Brock
:iconbeckieflitz:
Yeah me too, but they always get found out eventually, don't they. :) xx

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The scrawlings of an idiot. :boing:
:iconthenightwriter:
Yes, but then again. If we never found them out eventually... then we'd never know.

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"In this life like weeds, you're the dirt I breathe." -Brock
:iconbeckieflitz:
Hmm, that's true actually.
I don't know which is better. xx

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The scrawlings of an idiot. :boing:
:icondeadrose58:
that reminds me of something we read in English called The Crow

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1, 2, Fuck you
You say I'm paranoid
Isn't that what you said
You say it's my imagination
And I'm fucked in the head
:iconbeckieflitz:
Ah cool, I used to love reading stuff we were set in English. :) Never read that though.
Thanks for the fave! xx

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The scrawlings of an idiot. :boing:
:iconhellsniper223:
Great job, the last line is phenomenal; it brings the whole thing together in a somewhat malevolent way. I'd hate to be on the wrong end of that poem...

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''She looks like... Well, if she showed up at my doorstep naked, I'd say, 'Hey, you should get dressed, I've got some clothes that might fit you.'"


-- "Striving for a higher logic."
:iconbeckieflitz:
Aww thank you! I'm really glad you like it. :)
And ah people like that get what they deserve in the end anyway, I don't care much for them. xx

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The scrawlings of an idiot. :boing:
:icondeadrose58:
i dont remember who its by now but look it up. you might find it. it was pretty cool.

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1, 2, Fuck you
You say I'm paranoid
Isn't that what you said
You say it's my imagination
And I'm fucked in the head

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