Die Hard
I would rather kill you than kill myself-
I would rather cut you than cut myself-
I would spill your blood everywhere,
so I could see how much the ground would soak it up-
Die, die, die-
Die, die hard.
I imagine your corpse lying upon the floor,
the maggots crawling to you through the crevices of the doors-
they would feast upon the flesh of your skin,
and eat you down to your bones-
Die, die, die-
Die, die hard.
Your kin would be crying,
your friends at that too-
but that won't stop me from doing what I'll do-
Remorse is not what you deserve.
For death is what you need-
for your "miserable" life will finally be freed-
Die, die, die-
Die, die hard.
Copyright © Elaina Dixon | Year Posted 2007
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