Murder

by Rina   Mar 28, 2007


Your words are killing me
It's like a cold sharp knife
stabbing and ripping my heart
The sight of me
Writhing in pain
And the flood of blood running from me
Gives you peace and happiness
A feeling of satisfaction
I give a soundless scream
But no one hears me
I try to stand up
To hold on
But you won't let me
And I'm lying here
Torn
Unable to stand up and move on

You've murdered me

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