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8/24/12 6:17am

DOES IT MATTER WHO ITS FOR? DOES IT MATTER WHO ITS FOR?

FIX IT

Thank You Lord

You Will Be Missed



I just wanna win

Terri 6/3/63-- 1/22/07

Simply Me

The Ultimate Love, The Love of Your Child

Could Be, Might Have Been...

Intricate Crime of a Master Design

A time to pray

I Miss You

Growing Interest

Hush

Everything

Questions Eternal

Today Tomorrow Forever

All I Ask

Untitled 8/18/08

Broken Glass

No Worries No Regrets

Andrew ( My favorite Drug)

"Tomorrow's Dreams" comfort me in exile

Behind the Mask

Glutton

Tomorrow's Dream

Empty Knock

Fallen Angel

Britt-My Angel

Get Out

Drug

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Intricate Crime of a Master Design

Just know that you'll never win
All you'll ever be
Is lost within (your feeble mind)
Never to realize
It was always me
That helped you fall
To sit and watch
As you lost it all
Repeating the cycle
Only to be convinced
Of the spoon fed truth
My own little recipe of deception and lies
The perfect blend
That saw to your demise
Just as planned
  All were shocked
Accusations flew
Such a pathetic end to all you ever knew to be true
So thanks to you and your self assured truths
Your mind was closed
 You never saw
Through it all your sanity was questioned
  Yet the one never implicated was me
I smelled of roses
While you had long since decayed
Back to me and my carefully measured recipe
You began to study me
Only it was already too late
I played innocent as I watched
 You offered up your very own head on a golden plate
I laughed silently as I discovered
  My subconscious genius
Self proclaimed winner
In the end the ultimate failure
You were always the puppet
And I the unseen master
Make no mistakes
There was no coming back
Never again would you get the chance to underestimate
 The determination and insane brilliance
  of a one track mind
   who's sites had set
 To make you over come with dread and finally see
In the end you've become
 THE MANIPULATEE
And so you've been deemed
  For all eternity
Was it possibly in the false hope of a nonexistent chance
 For you to get an over anticipated blurred last glance
A feeble attempt to appreciate and truly comprehend
 What a clean downward spiral was created
All because you couldn't see
The day you ended came to be
All because you fucked with me
Will no one ever learn
Second chances are never free
When attempting to manipulate me
The only thing guaranteed for free
  A one of a kind cocktail just for you
Intricately devised by me to produce
   the very "FUCK YOU"
That all will mention
As you are haunted by all my sugar coated bad intentions
Scooped and fed to you in excess
Cleverly convinced of their enticing innocence by your very own
  Decepted mind and master crafted
    MATCHING SPOON
     that so compliments your head serving plate
I beg someone please
Come bask in the aftermath with me
As I laugh forever
At a painfully true sequence of events that wove the tale of how

Under-appreciated
Underestimated
LIL OLE ME
Is the very reason
That your end came to be
A tarnished memory of a sorry being
Next to me, the
ETERNALLY INNOCENT
 UNKNOWN
   DEMOLITION MASTERMIND
            of
YOUR SUICIDAL CRIME

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