Looking back,
I can see
how mistaken
I really was.
Day after day,
Week after week,
Telling you,
Killing you with
Every word,
Every wasted breath, [Read More]
As I hold the cold touch of death in my hands, I hear you say it. "I Love You" Lie. Smile, count to three, it will be over soon. Hold it to your head.
Smile.
Pull the trigger...