as my hands slide down your neck
I feel my trembling fingers
resting on their place
to pull the life right out of you
you look upon me with dying eyes
begging me to stop my torture
screaming, crying, wheeping
as your face turns and fades to black
I feel your blood upon my hands
warm and gently it runs down
to reach my strangling fingers
that hold your dying body still
..I smiled when I buried you to die..
Benjamin de Rooy: | Dinsdag, juli 04, 2006 22:36 |
*shiver* I don''t wanna be in his shoes... | |
appeltje: | Dinsdag, juli 04, 2006 22:13 |
mooi neergezet, liefs |
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Auteur: Lianne van Kesteren | ||
Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 04 juli 2006 | ||
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