Dedication To My Killer
Gun to your head
Bullets in my pocket
Your eyes bulging wide
How clueless you are
The death that gun will bare is my own
I just wanted you to know
How much I hate you
I wanted it to finally click
Like the trigger will
I can already see it
The blood splattered on your walls
As the hot lead
Shoots through my temple
Can you smell the death yet?
Maybe it will drive you mad
Maybe you will kill yourself
If I’m lucky
Maybe once I’m gone
You will be able to see
All those things I saw
The bugs crawling out
From the corners of your room
To crawl upon your skin
And tear and scratch and make you bleed
Maybe you will burn
Like the flames that so often licked my cheeks
Feel the pain of being violated
By someone you were supposed to trust
Maybe then you will understand
Why I was so distant
So shady
If I’m lucky
It will kill you
By paper_bag
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