Nerves of steel, wounded heart

Nightmares to a world apart

Quickened breath, beads of sweat

Stoic eyes pierced with regret

Nerves of steel, wounded heart

Touched by mischief's counterpart

Warming grin, cheeks aglow

Laughs and slowly fading woe

Nerves of steel, wounded heart

Numbed as joy so soon departs

Fading grin, bloodless cheeks

Tired soldier's knees grow weak

Nerves of steel, wounded heart

Once again, must restart

Lone salute, soldier brave

One more nightmare, one more grave

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Deduction is great

It requires precision

Forget John and Sherlock

Your my division

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I know i'm to the point of

and inconsiderate of emotion

i don't understand compassion

bug now it's all in motion.

I'm beginning to feel human

thanks to your patience

you never let me slip through your fingers

even during my absence.

Never once did you forget

all the good times we had

after two years of seperation

i nearly drove you mad.

You're attracted to danger

and high risk situations

like living with a high functioning sociopath

Or a master of assassanations

It's all your fault, John

that you're always on the edge

but you don't really mind it

but now i'll stay away from the edge.

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On the roof of St.Bart's two men there stood.

Sherlock and Moriarty were their names

One fought for bad, the other for good.

But neither were interested in games.

The two greatest masterminds were warring

While Stayin' Alive was played in the back

"Oh, I'm Sherlock, and i'm just so boring!"

Moriarty yelled, and Sherlock's rage cracked.

"I may fight on the side of the Angels. But don't think for one second that i am one."

The wind blew around Sherlock's mess of tangles

And then Moriarty pulled out a gun.

The shot rang out, and Moriarty slumped

"Goodbye John" Sherlock said, then he jumped.

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*short Moriarty poem*

Shot in the head

still not dead

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The drowing sun had taken you away

and i had hoped we'd meet again one day.

Time is hurtful but time is air

You know? I would've followed you anywhere.

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Such an ordinary butterfly,

so boring and so dull.

Your wings shall be ripped from your back

and you will start to fall.

The clever rose you claim to be

is all up in your head

your thorns will rip your skull apart

and leave you there for dead.