If

by britt   Apr 23, 2007


I read your mind of hate
If words could kill
I'd be dead
With a knife
In my back to my death
Chains around my neck
Blood

I see your eyes to my fate
if looks could strangle
I'd be disposed
With a gun in your hand
To my heart
Metal to my chest

I feel your hate
If feelings could touch
I'd be in pain
With suffering
Now I am alone

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  • 17 years ago

    by isabel

    Short but deep...
    beautifully written...
    5/5
    keep going
    *isabel*

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