Thursday, March 19, 2015


Stick your knife into my heart and claim your victory
See me bleed to death ... Gasping for air
In your defense tell them....
Tell them I didn't love you
Tell them u had reason to kill 
Tell them your knife was righteous
Tell them I had a heart of man
And U had to break it..soften it
So that its easier to Pierce
Tell them its your perfect kill..
Claim it as your prize.

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