Stalemate

by JL   Oct 22, 2005


Cut my wrists
burn my skin
i do not care
you will not win

dismember my body
run a truck over me
tie me up
i will break free

throw me against a wall
chop off my head
scream at me
you want me dead

beat me senseless
push me down
i will rise up
from the bloody ground

we play a pointless game
locked in a stalemate
to hate each other it seems
is our only fate

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  • 19 years ago

    by Truest Lies

    Ouch, very intense.
    But great rhyming.

    Good Writing!
    beth