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Him He And Me
You remind me of me looking at me In the future.
Hand not even attached and still watching me holding
My self’s severed self while bleeding it was beautifully eerie.
Me standing there With ourselves all bloody as hell..
You should have seen but you didn’t that’s why I tell.
I wont whisper this Ill have to write it all down
We staggered there with the two of me and literally myself
I was smiling slightly as he cut out my other self’s hand
My and me and I all laughed but one of our mouths different
Our teeth where so bright and so shiny and they sparkled.
But not all of ours did One of ours was rather neon red.
It was kind of funny how the three of us just stood there
But when I cut my self’s own throat while me stabbed me
I knew we would never stop the three we were all fighters.
I didn’t stop stabbing when I started I just would not stop
Neither did he or him.
The three of us him and him and me our self’s
Viciously all rolling and soaking In my and our blood crying
It was hell our hell me In hell myself he in hell just bleeding.