AN: I don't know what possessed me to write this, but I guess you might say it was my overactive imagination.

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She remains silent as his pale astronomic

eyes lie into her own somber green pools.

His senseless antics remind her he's only

a servant subject to his master's rule.

Pity swells her heart as she realizes a hollow

blackness displaces his once unrivaled distinction.

Preconceived notions manipulate his thoughts as

a calculating hand injects lethal infection throughout his veins.

What a fool he is to believe he's aced his theatrical skills,

for she finds them typically entertaining as her

invisible laughter never seeps through her grim

expression she regularly displays for his own pleasure.

He's naturally unaware his indulgence dangles him

by feeble threads no longer bearing elasticity,

yet she'll not catch him, knowing his over consumption

contributes to his ever expanding paunch.

Amusement lingers on his lush lips, realizing his every

escapade controls her genuine concern for his existence,

therefore he squeezes the vice on her emotions 'til

they choke on their own bile, pleading for mercy.

His claim she'd rip her heart out for him results

in her cocked eyebrow delivering a malicious grin.

Her response notifies him she'll see him after he's pulled

his loose threads, then inserts the .45's barrel into her mouth.

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AN: Like I said, I have no idea I'd end up with this kind of poem when I started it. As always, thanks for reading.

-Jae-