hold it- and hold it tight, because someday it will be gone- forever.
the knife in your pocket waiting to come out as you speak.
the spitting image of your love has descended across the earth- waiting to help you out with your murder.
do you have the courage?
do you have the heart?
to thrust it against my cold skin? where you've already killed me twice before?
let me help you, give me your hand and let me guide you.
guide you to your end.
your finish.
your final bow.
did she deserve it? that warm- blooded creature.
did you feel it? the coldness of my hand against yours, showing you who deserves better
These word are all I have so I'll write them for you to read, over and over again until you regret your mistakes.
can you feel the scars that you left they mark an X on my skin.
Did it hurt you? my stare.
we only have one life to live, yet you let me suffer by bringing me back to life and watch you .
let the darkness of your regret pour over your veins and dissolve all that's left of you.
visions left inside me but they're slowly fading away.
lets start again and put that knife back in your pocket.
YOU ARE READING
Another Number Counted.
Storie d'amoreThis is not a story, it is in fact a book of a collection of extracts that i have randomly written. enjoy.
