Dart
Drive in the stake a little deeper
Plunge in the knife and twist some more
Choke her to death and count to four
You know you never wanted to keep her
Your words of malice
Bite her to the bone
You make her feel so alone
Doesn't matter, you're already calloused
Do you care that she cries?
Or that her heart is torn apart?
Because you still throw the dart
And laugh when she dies
Copyright © Aimee Mazzone | Year Posted 2011
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