The verses no one wins
will take place again.
"The spark that fought her was an exceptional killer, But I will take my chances just to still her".
"Stop" a whisper escapes
but the wind lacks oxygen
and kill the words before they shape. My outsides run cold and my intestines are being treated like gold.
Hold me for a spectacle to see
I just need death to keep my company.
Clawed at my neck
I have been mangled like a train wreck.
The lies no one spoke
will gather up and cause me to choke.
He sees no truth from the blood that blinds.
The mangled flesh tries to speak from your switch blade knife that has caused a bitter strife between my insides
and where the blade glides.
The pain is like breathing in water, I try to keep my mind of the slaughter.
The night has eyes to see the blood splatter, but you are blind from the darkness and it gathers.
You made a life that never knew, scream out adieu! Then through the winter night you hear and echo. I held on tightly....but let go lightly.
