A letter to the killer(s)

by HollywoodSmile   May 9, 2007


Give me the gun
you've had you're fun
leave me to die
don't slip me another lie
I'm tired of this game
i hear you call my name
you apologize
you didn't mean for it to go this far
well, take you're words back
shove them up your ass
get in your car
and go
face it
your a murderer
weather i live or die
you killed me inside
it doesn't matter what you have to say
I'm beaconing my death today
i won't let you forget
i die, but i will make you regret
everything you've done
every last breath
and every last step
will haunt you

tragically,
your beloved victim

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