The Kill

Mon, 08/12/2013 - 19:43 -- Smer

Some secrets are best kept quiet
But I can hear the lies through the silence

You make eye contact with me while pushing away
Your eyes darken as you press me to say, "Oh darling, I love you, I swear it to be true!"

Enveloped in anger you close off my lungs, enjoying the slow flames that you cause in my breast

The jealousy loosely hangs around your chest, feeling it's burden you aim for the kill.
A tightening grip and you feel a thrill,
A crack in my throat and I lose all my vision

I wake in a room with no familiar shape,
Fragments of a memory show me your face...


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