Two Faced Person Kills
A two faced person could never be trusted,
Vexed, riled, tormented his core.
Emotionally trashed his tender was torn,
So he stood and called for a war.
He screamed “You spoilt piece of ..., you’re a real waste of space,
Get out of my life, from my face”.
Deep down he wanted her rumours to stop,
For this person to stand in his place.
But it was what it was, he took a step back,
He suffocated alone.
Alone by himself he cried with the wind,
He cried with a blubbering moan.
And this never ended, all he needed was sleep,
So he grabbed the pills before going to bed.
And the night was too short, when the sun came back up,
He didn’t wake up, he’d become dead.
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