I am sharpening my teeth,
preparing for the taste of
your flesh,
I am hesitant to take the first
bite, but I have a hunger that
nothing else will satisfy,
(revenge, revenge)
I am a creature of hate, now,
I am what you made me,
what you moulded me
into with your
bare hands. Toss back
the sheet and lay down
your gun,
show them what you
really are, open up
the scars you've forged
into my skin,
branded into my thighs,
white hot and stinging.
You say it's what I asked
for, with my ***
soaked lips,
but you knew how
the story would end
before you had even
seen me
knew the weight of your hand
smothering a scream
you came to me armed
and I was defenceless
but I am no longer
gunless
my bullets will hit your
heart, and I will forget
your smell, I will
shake of your
stale breathe
I'm not here to forgive you
(This story is mine)
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
I am sharpening my teeth,
preparing for the taste of
your flesh,
I am hesitant to take the first
bite, but I have a hunger that
nothing else will satisfy,
(revenge, revenge)
I am a creature of hate, now,
I am what you made me,
what you moulded me
into with your
bare hands. Toss back
the sheet and lay down
your gun,
show them what you
really are, open up
the scars you've forged
into my skin,
branded into my thighs,
white hot and stinging.
You say it's what I asked
for, with my ***
soaked lips,
but you knew how
the story would end
before you had even
seen me
knew the weight of your hand
smothering a scream
you came to me armed
and I was defenceless
but I am no longer
gunless
my bullets will hit your
heart, and I will forget
your smell, I will
shake of your
stale breathe
I'm not here to forgive you
(This story is mine)
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