Is it killing you, killing me?

Killing me,
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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