I would never refer to myself as a murderer

Silence, except for the thrust of fists

Nothing can calm either, not even a blissful kiss

Yesterday's promises have faded to black

As she hears in her ribs an inevitable crack

In love , together

To die, we'd rather

Final battleground she cries tears that bleed

Successfully completed is the devil's gruesome deed

Oh God, she's dead! I didn't mean to hurt her

I would never refer to myself as a murderer

-Justise