The Greed that Feeds

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Knives are as heartbeats, with every

breath a sharp pain;

and peanut butter, like the red blood of all those slain-

jam, like juice, taken from his eyes;

and munched upon by her, the newly-wed bride-

her every single ounce is but greed and pride;

waiting with baited breath, and wearing a disguise-

an awkward grin doth slapped upon her face;

where her miserable heart lays is but only blank space-

For the Greed that Feeds, feeds off the dead;

a corpse for each cover used over top of the bed-

chewing up boys, like geese chewing bread;

and making no noise, like a cruel ax head-

Copyrightcopyright March 25, 2014

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