I Killed You
I sit here in this filthy room,
Your blood amongst the walls.
your corpse is wedged into the corner
See your spirit fall.
Your lungs are torn, not much breath left,
you beg that I may spare,
So I agree to sew them up,
Now you can have your air.
I slowly tear this knife,
I drag it through your skin,
Your blood floats on your porcelain flesh,
I so enjoy my sin.
I never will regret,
Breaking all your bones,
Or all the sins I claim tonight,
It's written all in stone.
I watch you as you slowly bleed,
I wish you painful death,
I love to watch you suffer
as you gasp for your last breath.
Your innards strewn acrossed the floor,
I watch you as you die,
I love to see you in such pain,
I love to see you cry.
My last words for you dearest love,
Remember them so well,
You never deserved life itself,
I hope you burn in hell.
Copyright © Chelsea Stufleben | Year Posted 2011
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