Slip a knife beneath the skin
this is the where I’m living in
A little mouse you cannot see
Who would think to notice me
I am quiet like a shadow
And you may not see the morrow
if you cross on paths I tread
you may wake up to find you dead
oh what a funny little irony
and though I’m blind I still see
the wickedness that breathes in you
you leave me nothing else to do
you must pay for your crimes
A whisper it takes to end your time
Breathed in a Traitorous ear
And you will not know when he slips near
Or if I approach you in the dark
To press my blade into your heart.
And End you where you sleep
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