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murder-suicide

Standing at the fork in the road, I don’t know which way to go. I watch a girl stand there crying, Running to and fro. Her tears fall to the floor, There’s nobody there to catch, Her heart as it sinks within, Darkness’ safe with a latch. The woman she was so beautiful, In love I believed I had fell, So I decided to run down that path, The one that led to Hell. I knew that once I stepped foot, Upon that wretched path, I was bound to this life, Of torture and of wrath. My childhood was a broken one; It was only shattered glass. I’d watch my mother take the narcotics, And do the puff, puff pass. All the while through school, In dreams I saw “her” face. Then one day on the corner, I saw her dressed in lace. I remembered her from before, When we stood among the path. I picked her up and told her, That she was going to take a bath. Of course, in her line of work, She thought that would mean sex, But I was going to take her away, From this horrid hex. While she sat beside me, She smelled of old, sick smoke. We went into the house and she, Grasped her throat and choked. I told her to sit upon the bed; That it was all going to be okay. I went to fill the tub with water, While in the bed she lay. When I walked out and saw her, She had already undressed. I took her into the bathroom, Though she was used to being caressed. I lightly lay her in the water, Told her to lather up. She told me I was going to have, To make sure I pay up. I told her I would pay, Her with everything I had. She took that as I was going, To rip her off pretty bad. She began to throw a fit, I threw my wallet on the floor. I reassured her that, She didn’t have to do this anymore. I took good care of her, Gave her everything I had. I loved her with all my heart, I would hate to see her sad. Everything was going well, And sex had waited a while, When out of the blue one day, She ran off a couple miles. I went about and searched for her, The tears welling in my eyes. I couldn’t believe what I had found, I wanted to end my lives. There she stood before me, Her lips pressed against his, And a smile upon her face, One of true, happy bliss. Now this second here I stand, Inside the walls of our home, Awaiting the girl that I love, To come home very stoned. She unlocks the sacred door, The one that’s set to kill, I scream at her as she walks in, “If I can’t have you no one will!” Bang! And then the game is set. Time to play again. I take the rope and tie it up, Now I jump the end.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 3/15/2010 5:42:00 AM
haunting story
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Date: 3/15/2010 2:12:00 AM
Nicole - I am trully blown away by the depth in this write - You know your subject inside and out - Very impressive share that is kind of haunting as well if you know what I mean - I love it - :)
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