Warm wet feeling a coldness creeps inside
Hear the breath sounds in and out over and over
Dark stained hands raised over his body
Sword dripping wet from his kill
He seeks a vengeance he can not have
Their bodies tossed in an open pit
Waste no dirt to cover the massacre
No time to celebrate no time to laugh
Serious stupid men crawling on their belles as he feasts
Like a lifeless statue filled with dark matter
Inside of her now he lays down quieted by his release
His mind dances through the steps of death
He dreams in black and white
The gun fire rang out
Warm wet feeling a coldness creeps inside
written by: Derrick A Jasper Nov 19th, 2015
Hear the breath sounds in and out over and over
Dark stained hands raised over his body
Sword dripping wet from his kill
He seeks a vengeance he can not have
Their bodies tossed in an open pit
Waste no dirt to cover the massacre
No time to celebrate no time to laugh
Serious stupid men crawling on their belles as he feasts
Like a lifeless statue filled with dark matter
Inside of her now he lays down quieted by his release
His mind dances through the steps of death
He dreams in black and white
The gun fire rang out
Warm wet feeling a coldness creeps inside
written by: Derrick A Jasper Nov 19th, 2015
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