Kyoto

A Poem by Deidara

Who can save me from myself?

My heart grows cold upon the shelf

Tear away these ugly lies

The crows they pick apart my eyes

Close the door and shut it tight

cloathed in darkness on this night

circle round me come the flies

The crows they pick apart my eyes

Drowning in a pool of hate

no hope now this is my fate

buzzards looming in the skies

The crows they pick apart my eyes

nothing more than flesh and bone

no time left to dare atone

a wicked life here is my prize

The crows they pick apart my eyes

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Added on April 6, 2013
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