Duno what to call it no.2

by Jessica Rauen   Jun 15, 2005


I'm lying in a pool of blood,
In your blood,
Your deadly poison killing me slowly,
Everytime I see your face I die again,
When I hear your voice,
When I feel your fist,
Your fist smashing upon my face,
My blood pouring down,
Pouring down onto your cursed hands,
Your cursed hands bruising my pale skin,
I bruise easily..
..Inside and out,
My souls broken, bleeding gone,
My hearts not beating,
How can you live?
Knowing you Killed me,
Knowing you did all this to me,
You can't live,

I pick up a blade,
The blade I used to cut my wrists,
My blood stains the silver,
Now yours will,
I pull my dagger up,
Then It comes down,
I stab it straight through your evil body,
Your Black heart,

Now I must die,
I must leave this pittyful world,
I pick the cold gun up,
I put my finger on the trigger,
I put the gun by my head,
I take a final look at your evil face,
I pull the trigger and I'm gone,
Gone for good,

Momma I killed him,
Momma I died,
Momma please don't cry,
Momma I love you,
Momma forgive me,
Momma please, Please.
Momma Its fine I'm up here watching you,
Momma Your safe,
So am I.

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