Til death do we part

Til death do we part

Blood that lingers,
on his fingers,
and will not wash away.
Under his nails, in his hair
my body lies by the stair.
He sits and rocks
haunted by clocks
that taunt, tick his crime.
Tricks played by his brain
He can se me say his name.
His guilt consumes
and he assumes,
Its my fault for dying,
lying,
and trying to ecape his blade.
He blood stained skin,
empties blood within,
and he joins me by the stair

Til death do we part

sillyblonde

Joined September 2007

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