Murder, Sweet Murder

It’s unfortunate
That you had to die
Even more so
Because it was me who
Had held the knife

you cried
so perfect
The way you screamed
When your stomach
Was exposed

Your heart was racing
In a fear unspoken
Your breathing was slim,
For your lungs would not open

Blood paints the walls
And I take a taste
Someday maybe I
Will share the same fate
Welcoming death’s
Eternal embrace

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