Friday, June 1, 2007
the murder
rotting in the crevice of her skin
the poison which you inject
the veins which you dissect
condemning the body to merciless pain.
to find the lies which torment her nights
which fill them with the agony
the realisation of the tragedy
that she is going to make come true.
the crimson blood that trickled down
that seeped into your fingertips
the red lipstick bled across your lips
because the anger had intensified to all of hell's delight.
and now, not a trace is left of who had done...
what, when and how.
just a bloody smear and an empty barrel...
of her bullets now in your head.
I save the planet with my voice.
4:47 PM
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