Final Kiss of my Murderer (Ballot)

by The WriTer   Jun 1, 2007


I call you Delilah, and you call me son
Im crying, so you say were going to have some fun
The bullet ripped the breath from inside my lungs
Its so sad, how I died so young
Lying here motionless
Your cruelty is senseless
My eyes piercing with sincere
The darkness is becoming clear

Close my eyes, and I see your lips
I can feel your hands, dragging me by the hips
Your fingers linger over my soft supple skin
As you look in my lifeless lavender eyes lose their light, you win
Where are you taking me, you are leaving a trail
Stop touching me like this, my body is frail

You are amused by this torture, when Im already dead
You told me you loved me, but that didnt stop you from shooting me in the head
I remember it like it was today
My mind is drawing a blank; the memories start to fade away

I can still hear your voice, Im dying so slow
A continuous slip and drip of my hearts flow
I had no life, I had no soul
I just let the pain take its toll
Through this sorrow I thought I would be strong
But I am lifeless, and my chance is gone

My glossy eyes can see my grave
This is the life that you have paved
I am your Barbie, your toy doll
Dressing me up, pretty and all
You drop me into my casket, and placed into a position
Making me look like an innocent girl was your mission
Close the case, and say your good bye
Knowing that you were the one that should have died

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  • 17 years ago

    by dawn green

    Very nice write, well thought out. very sad, but i like it alot! keep up the good work!
    god bless