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Post-mortem bordem (Free verse) by little_big_nose

I couldn't help myself I just had to end you You never did anything to me But poison me with endless youth It is so cold out here Your blood steams as it hits the floor I have you tied up And you will not escape me anymore I make you sit and listen You ask if I have a reason I bend near and whisper three simple words You're in season Why are you crying Your tears flow as freely as your blood If you're lucky I'll make it quick Your last words ask me to let you run Staring at you I feel pity You think you have a life to miss The only part of you I recognize Are the happy scars on your wrists Your body looks so fragile I will make sure to handle with care Now as I lay you to rest I see death works best in pairs

Stephen Robins 3-Jun-04/5:32 AM
Do you collect roadkill? I do; in fact I have the largest collection of pickled otter bums in the whole of South West London.




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