[corleone]

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A child stands near the mirror;
be waits his reflection, and sees a killer//
in fear of his beauty, conviction leads him to see a sinner//
his greater half, schizophrenia..
yet evil awaits for him to become stronger//
days become longer, as he later grows in his hunger//
He dances in his brilliance, marveled by what he presumes to be carma//
Diluted, confused, yet prudent.. and a student of wrongs he has caused others//
teacher of literature.. scholar amongst his peers//
prophet to some.. yet his intuition reveals there fear//
this fear is not of his own, but of those who betrayed his heart//
of those who betrayed there role in his life, and had not played there part//
unashamed of his faith in others, he aims to please//
what he gains just bleeds, hidden in his veins and sleeves//
cut after cut.. he's stricken from each trickle of blood//
he and his blade are one, as his wounds mural his love//
he awaits his demise, in his attempt to commit suicide//
he tries and tries.. yet tries some more, but he's still alive..