Eighteen. I watched My first love Slit her own throat Years - TopicsExpress



          

Eighteen. I watched My first love Slit her own throat Years ago But yet I see her. Every day Smiling, Laughing. She hugs me Every time And its the same As when she still lived Her heart beats Her breath tickles my neck There will be times When I look into the mirror Just to the left of me And I see her With her broken arm Slit neck But not just that Theres blood Pouring out of her eyes, And shes whispering to me Come and join me... We can be happy together... For the rest of eternity... And when I look away She becomes my reflection. Her long blonde hair stained red From her blood Her pastel blue shirt soaked crimson Her marble white skin splashed with blood Blocks out my black clothing, Short, brown hair, and my tanned skin... She becomes my reflection And trails behind me for hours Screaming You deserve to die Because of you, I am nothing! She... Never... Left.... ~Killigak
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 02:00:58 +0000

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