Poisons kiss

by Christy   Mar 11, 2006


The plan is almost ready,
The little daughter is in her bed.
It's almost morning,
her mother will find out she's dead.
The knife he has is covered with poison.
He gave her a glass of water, that also had poison.
Thanks to his friend, who is also no longer alive, he prays to him from his faithful sigh. He pinched the knife in his daughter's back, oh, the pain he felt inside.
why did his oldest have to comet suicide?
But know the little girl is dead.
His plan has worked, He wore the cleaning glove to leave no mark.
He burnt those gloves and he ran away from his sins.
And know he is hiding in fear from his poisons kiss.

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  • 18 years ago

    by PoeticLoserface

    WOW Stipy you write really awesome poems_ LYLAS-TRINA