If it all came down to one solution, just one way out of this sticky situation I put both of us in, would you do it? Would you hold the death machine in your shaky fingers and pull the trigger?
I don't want you to worry about the consequences and aftermath of what you've done, I can clean up your mess so very easily, I just need you to cross your heart for me, tell me you'll be loyal and trustworthy. Convince me it's not a mistake of mine to crown you queen of our crimes and keep you away from prison bars and those damn red-blue lights.
I promise you don't have to worry as long as you don't hide from me, don't run or be the kind to kiss and tell- or should I say, kill and tell? You've seen a side of me not many get the pleasure to witness and stay alive, a part that I hide and would end lives just to keep undercover.
Tell me, love, has someone been getting on your nerves? I could always deprive them of air for you, I am willing to do the extreme if you want me to. Blood doesn't phase me and the gory sight has become like second nature after all the dirty things I've been forced to do.
You can tell me. I won't leave your side.
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Emotional Torture.
PoesíaCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
