You claim you love me
You say I own your heart
Yet you lust after other women
You rip my heart apart
If you truly love me
You won't cry out
You won't move or call for help
You will let me strangle you to death
I take your rustic old belt
Latch it round your throat
Tell you that I love you
Pull it tighter and watch your eyes bulge
You claim you love me
You said we would be happy
Then you went and slept with her
And when I cry out you say I need to act mature
If you truly love me
You won't cry out
You won't move or call for help
You will let me stab you to death
I take the butcher knife from our kitchen
Sneak up behind you and shove it in your back
Tell you I love you then stab you again
And again and again and again
I truly did love you
But then that love turned to hate
Look what you have done to me
You put blood on my hands
Goodbye you foolish, stupid, hateful man
A contest entry
- 50 ways to kill your lover by Darkwell.
600 points, ended June 27, 15 entries
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Comments
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very good anger here
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i agree with lagrimas those were great lines LOL
very good!!! you can really feel how your being composed about it an he just needs killing WTG!!! -
If you truly love me
OH I loved this piece very much. I liked the two lines
If you truly love me
You won't cry out
Well put together with pain and darkness woven into each set. Great write and good luck!
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