I have a kitten
She is silver with red stribes
She is one out of many
In my silver collection
She likes to bite
She likes to scratch
She likes the stribes
I paint on her
She is harmless
But when i pick her up
She goes wild
And want's my blood
I call her kitten
But others call her blade
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PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
