8 September 2012
#youngwritershousehold #crimson @eivilduccy
Left or right, Which way do I choose? One's right, one's wrong And I've got everything to lose. Crimson blood stains All over my dress, Pain surrounding me everywhere, I look like a bloody mess. So quickly, I go right And quicken my pace Smash through a mirror, And cut my scarred and bruised face. And there you stand, A content smirk that you wear You throw the blade It hits me, but I couldn't care. "Why are you like this?" I scream as loud as I can. "I love you, or atleast I used to, You sick, twisted man." Is that I tear I see in his eyes? No, my mind deceives me. "You broke my heart," he replies cold. "I'm breaking yours too, you see." And with a thud, I've been knocked down Try to scream, But I can't utter a sound. He holds his hands 'round my neck He leans in close and gives one last kiss, I scratched and claw at his hands "Can't breathe," I slowly hiss. "That's the point," he taunts And I realize my fate now,too As I slowly die, he whispers "I still love you."
"I Still Love You" • Opuss № I