The Kill

by The Lady of Shalott   Mar 16, 2006


Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Love is dead,
and soon you will be, too!
Lock your doors,
go and hide somewhere.
Do all this and more,
I don't care!
I'll still find you,
you know that I will.
I'll get rid of you, too,
for I live for the KILL.

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