For mercy,
With bare hands,
He plans,
On choking,
The trought,
That said,
"I love you",
More then it got,
In return,
Killing me,
For mercy,
There I drown,
In a puddle,
Of my own blood,
There I go,
Off I go,
He holds me close,
Whispers in my ear,
"I didn't mean to",
Yet I am aware,
That even in my last,
Moment here,
As he tells me,
"I really loved you though",
He is lying,
Killing me,
For mercy.
My bones, Seem like dirt. Yet I will be, At bloom, Even far beyond, Death. |
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