Tonight you are going to suffer and I will be the last glimpse of anything you see I want to walk away but I sit and watch you slowly fall in and out of consciousness
Feel your heart wanting to break through
The throbbing grows and turns to a steady pound
The leisure of my scolding action happens to leave a staggered expression on your bloated face Can you smell the concern; This rancid scent of horror
I am always amazed how little I know you More from A Life Once Lost