It's butcher's knife not an eye

It's butcher's knife not an eye

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I myself a chopped flesh 

Bleeding naked every where

Grew young never new

Tied in hands and leges with care

Saw in eye his knifes of chopper

Size and sharp for different pieces

Gazed my eyes in his brutal eyes,

Killed first before killing,

Stated touching every where,

Tied everywhere bond top and bottom,

Uncovered me with first layer,

Gradually he used his full power and sharp khife, 

It's a furious attack to my young flesh,

I was not mum,

Said,

I love it and enjoyed,

You perfectly chopped and bleed me everywhere,

Appriciate your power and killing instinct, that's in your eye.

Dwit David Philip

L D, House

Amlatola

Chaibasa, Jharkhand,

634104303