funeral

my funeral.

bring on the funeral

wear your blackest clothes

and your saddest faces

I want to see you all weep

I want you all to remember

me, how you tortured me

robbed me of my innocence

I want you all to realize

what you made me be,

how you ruined me--

a Papier-mâché bird

into cracked concrete

and if you no longer

love me, well I understand

that's not to say I care.

See, you've trained me

so well, polished me 

perfectly, to be the

sharpest knife of all,

to be the best killer

and I am a machine, 

the best kind of killer

to be, where feelings

don't exist, so excuse me

when I say I don't mind

stabbing your back 

That is what I have done,

take this funeral to be what it be!

a laugh in the face of my dam,

of the breeders who never 

seemed to care for me,

not while I breathed...

Look at me! 

I've never been so cold

in my life, yet I am so free

to be what I always wanted,

yes, you awful savages, weep.

Author's Note

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