sometimes its like i dont really feel you
the gold on my finger is like a horrible rust from the time i was excited i was married and you still killed me
and i cant really ever know who youll kill next wishing it was me.
your still killing around like im not even there
whats in my blood that makes me so vile where you cant even kill me i want you to be my mrs murder miss murder
give me my chance to be your mr murder and youll never kill lonely again
am i not even worth your bloodthirsty blade miss murder?
should i just die by the sand
Author notes
darkjoker7 afi miss murder
"this is my first ever try at writing prose"
A contest entry
- music = life ♥ by CatastrophicSmile.
300 points, ended March 23, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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haha lol well i must hand it to you, it's awsome trei, like everything you do grrrr... well anyways, the only thing i would do is make your paragraphs longer. =] i love your metaphors and everything else
x finalist x
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