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Sunday 2 December 2007 photo 5/5
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My drained body falls to the damp ground Mud, disgusting and insipid, splashes all around–(Like a Ferris Wheel) It seems the acidic rain pours all heavenly Onto my weak and bitter, wasted and never, body Your trembling arms drop to their glued side As the gun, a beautiful 9mm, falls from your seize My gagging you can hear; it burns freshly into your mind But you stand there and ignore every part of me like I am a contagious disease I struggle to crawl for that deadly mace A shoe in my sight–Ouch!–You step on my hand with disgrace My excruciating screams are beneath a placid murmur And my unholy blood, a kind that will never reach intoxication, mixes with Earth You kneel down to my watery grave, a smirk so pleasurable on your face Stroking back mud-soaked and quenched, saturated hair The gun is replaced unwillingly back into your guilty hand Your tears … Touching … My own prayer I can feel my choking breath come to a solid stop You endeavor that filthy weapon back at my body again Go ahead, pull it out of my range, and reverse your intended aim To your chest it wishes to kiss painfully–Then bang Now your drained body falls to the damp ground Your liquidated, crimson poison mixes into mine I can feel your slow breathing; a decrease in your existence? Within Death’s sick, love design Drowning–I reach for your hand with exhausted flaw Surprisingly, after the bullet ate our souls, you still do not withdraw My heart, a beat to no longer go on, reaches it’s nevermore And you, breathe, experience a passion of a wicked whore We share a last kiss in the rain, one so uncalled for and full of tears and blood Our preceding, garroted breaths–(Sinners) were stolen away You hold my sobbing hand of innocence until this end By saying, “Happy Valentine’s Day..”
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