I stick the shovel in the ground
I’m digging my own grave
Ill dig it deep, its six feet down
I won’t try to be brave.
If you kill me cause I told you to
If it’s me who would decide
Would it be considered murder?
Or would it be suicide?
Id rather live a shorter life
Where you’d chop off my head
Than I would to spend one more night
Without you in my bed.
Watch me crawl along the grass
And scream with desperation
Smile while my screams turn blank
From the blood and suffocation
Drag my cold limp body
Across the soggy land
Cast me down into my grave
And wipe the blood off of your hand.
You wash it, you scrub it.
Get your hands clean,
Curse under your breath.
When you leave you hear a whisper
I love you to death.
What did you think
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dang your goood.
I really like the 3rd phrase
its.....idk....no words come to mind other than
keep writing *smile*
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