Pain

by Marissa   May 26, 2007


Pain cause is unbearable,
his love wasn't sterile,
the blade is raised to your throat,
soon you will begin to choke,
the blood gushes down your body,
the devil says your naughty,
God is not pleased,
not once did you try to seize,
your face slams on the ground,
then your body falls with a pound,
blood seeps through the cracks,
you knew it was the wrong act,
death came too quick,
he knew you were sick of it.

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