Twisted Death

by LuCiDnIgHtMaRe   Apr 11, 2006


As I feel the sharp dagger penetrate my skin,
I look to the ground to see a pool of blood rapidly growing around me.
As I look into those deep black eyes of betrayal,
I feel a anger growing inside what is left of me.
As I slowly rise to my feet,
only to be struck back down,
I can feel myself slip away.
Then I know my love caused my
Twisted Death.....

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