Blood Stain
A cold chill run up your spinal cord.
Your at a lost of breath, your face truns pale white.
tears start to roll.
The dark figure stand before you. He gazes right into your soul.
You can't hide it. He see right throw the web of lies, you made as the dirt.
An the lives you took is like the box, on which will be your resting place.
A cold chill runs down your spinal cord.
I place my hardballer to your head, an slowly pull the trigger.
Your life is at an end.
But it will never bring her back. her face burns into my retina.
A moment in my life, i'll relive every time i lie my head down to sleep.
that tragic night where i lost her forever.
Takin by a drunk man.........
A cold chill runs up my spinal cord.
Her screams for help, burned in my mind like a brand from a rancher.
The helplessness the heated glass.
You payed with your life. But my love is in the box.
Copyright © Jake Barnard | Year Posted 2011
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