Creep
From the back
Her hand on my shoulder
She comes closer
Breathing down the nape
Of my neck
Her nose barely touches
But does
My hair
I feel it slightly
Shift
She breathes again
From the front
He walks
Slowly
To the blues
Slight
Smirk
His hand on
My waist
From the back
Her hand on his
Lovers
No
Partners
Knife in their
Hand
My liver pushed through
I hear my skin
Rip
Softly
And gently
My rib cracks
Just one
The loud crush
Fills
My ears
Lord!
No not him
He's not real
God!!
No!
He's not here
This wouldn't have
Happened
I have a strong
Painful
Feeling in
My gut
They are not
My friends
They are
Not even
For me
Why should this
Be my fate
Where maybe
This is not
Meant for me
I am a speck
A splinter of
A soul
For what I
Go through
Is for
Someone else's
Story
When I end
My part will be
Over
And their's
To begin
I bleed alone
In an alley
Pondering
Wallowing
With
My version
Of what happened
"She was not killed, she was made part of something greater than even the creator himself"
~CrosOver
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