Sentences That Make Me Cry

Besitos

"bedroom walls, oh these bedroom walls..."

Bedroom walls, smelling with age.

Body parts scattered, screams are uncovered.

My shock covered by my glee.

The liquid free, drenched on my hands.

My cheeks hurt, the smile too wide.

I looked to my side, further judgement aside.

Proud of the crime I've committed.

The eyes of my bedroom walls, almost acidic.

My body hurt, my eyes burned and my mind rattled with rage.

Ashamed of how happy I've become, just from the deed I have done.

My nerves are alive and dead at the same time.

"...Oh I hate what it tastes like,"