Fri, 12/06/2013 - 15:45 -- amb42

One Strike

Two Strike

I feel the blood drip

I try to move but my body screams

I touch the blood

I sweat more and weep

This will be the last time I will

Feel your curse set upon me


You beat me to a pulp

But i get up everyime

You torture my evey movement

You lie and cheat


How good of a man can you be

You just laugh and watch

You never noticed my

Wish and scream for Death

You never once noticed my

kiss of fear

Chapped blood on my lips

Just kiss me

And take my last wish



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