Bound and gagged
I wonder what his mother thinks
If only she could see the way
I'm tied up to the kitchen sink
Everything's distorted
For that love of mine, he poisoned me
A couple drops of Propofol
Inside that lovely cup of tea
The room is spinning
I don't know what's going on
A pillow's placed over my face
It hurts, and then the feeling's gone
Choking hands around my neck
I'm running out of panicked breaths
Screaming doesn't seem to help
When staring at the face of death
The tears are out of my control
He covers me in gasoline
Lights a match, and drops it
In his mind he finally sets me free
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
Bound and gagged
I wonder what his mother thinks
If only she could see the way
I'm tied up to the kitchen sink
Everything's distorted
For that love of mine, he poisoned me
A couple drops of Propofol
Inside that lovely cup of tea
The room is spinning
I don't know what's going on
A pillow's placed over my face
It hurts, and then the feeling's gone
Choking hands around my neck
I'm running out of panicked breaths
Screaming doesn't seem to help
When staring at the face of death
The tears are out of my control
He covers me in gasoline
Lights a match, and drops it
In his mind he finally sets me free
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