She's hiding beneath the cold mortuary table.
Her contents spilled over the slab.
Took a stab in the dark as she strolled through the park.
On her way home from work.
Some kinda **** grabbed the ****** for slaughter.
****** got grabbed by the miserable pedlar.
Passed on his bike, waving his knife.
Nobody saw him despatching his *****
Precious and beautiful
Bountiful bubbly.
Neath the image portrayed.
Dry skin and cold scores.
The **** trade, just a little bit sordid.
Told her **** she weren't happy.
Pulled out a knife.
Slaughtered her ripped her,
Ended her life.
Under the table hid the ******
Life lost.
Bad man.
Bad company.
Accompanied him to a life full of sin.
She didn't know, she just had to go.
(c)Livvi
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 6:46 AM UTC
She's hiding beneath the cold mortuary table.
Her contents spilled over the slab.
Took a stab in the dark as she strolled through the park.
On her way home from work.
Some kinda **** grabbed the ****** for slaughter.
****** got grabbed by the miserable pedlar.
Passed on his bike, waving his knife.
Nobody saw him despatching his *****
Precious and beautiful
Bountiful bubbly.
Neath the image portrayed.
Dry skin and cold scores.
The **** trade, just a little bit sordid.
Told her **** she weren't happy.
Pulled out a knife.
Slaughtered her ripped her,
Ended her life.
Under the table hid the ******
Life lost.
Bad man.
Bad company.
Accompanied him to a life full of sin.
She didn't know, she just had to go.
(c)Livvi
This came to me before sleep last night...I have never been a ****** **
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