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That Pain

As I rip your skull out through that bullet hole in your head,

I dream of how it could have been for me and you.

And while I'm cutting out your spine with a butter knife I think,

Hey! I could have been with you for the rest of my life!

But you just loved to hate me and because of this I killed you.

Why couldn't you have learned to trust me the way I trusted you?

When I shoved that poison filled needle in your then, still pulsing veins,

I wanted to forgive you but I had forgotten how to forgive.

And when you had finally stopped screaming and your body had went limp, I forgave you,

Because that physical pain that you had felt was the same pain that I had felt in emotion.