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This was one of my first pieces, and I'm still very proud of it. This is a riddle, by the way. It's already been guessed, but you can try and figure it out... it actually varies in answers.
Blue silver, yellow ring, ups and downs, seeing people... but they're dead, hearing voices… but they scream… stop and think, the ground is sinking, life is slipping, I watch everything, always paranoid, not just one sense, but seven, eight, nine ways to kill you.
Blue eyes, silver gloss, yellow ring, around the pupil, falling fast, screaming lungs, makes no sound, popping eyes, running down, crawling up, talking trees, bellowing babies, losing sight, gaining light, coming back, showing teeth, bloody fingernails, cold feet, shivered back, scaring you.
Blue, silver, yellow, black, red, darkness, light, gone, away, church, building, falling, losing, shouting, shrieking, hitting you.
Blue eyes, silver specs, yellow ring around my pupil, letting me see, seeing the dead live, hearing the voices scream, far, far away I am. Falling… falling… guts splattered across the cement, the dull gray cement; I live on, I shall not die: I’m not finished with you. I’m waiting… waiting in the dark, as the bellowing baby goes on. I will hurt you for this.
One knife, pair of fangs, ten fingernails, one rope, five ties, one trunk, one chain, one gun, eleven bullets, one bottle of pills, nine ways of killing you.
One wooden stake, one wooden cross, one dawn, I’m outside, I feel no burn, I am not what you think… killing you slowly, the pain not torture, there’s only one way to kill me.
Slipping feet, across the alloy, falling… falling… falling… loosing my mortality. I’m mordacious, I will… I can’t… I love… why? Far, far away, loss, concealing, I hate… what?
Depth of vision within my blue silver eyes, falling fast, crumbling past, falling far, slaughtered for my monstrous actions, I live on, violence and fangs, blood or candy, which tastes better? I shall perish in thought, no, in killing. Born not only of depth but also of assassination; homicide; murder.
Nine ways to kill you, and only one way to kill me. I see you try and find it; I am not what you think. Could you… will you… can you… guess what kind of mordancy I am?
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