Hunted like prey in the night She walks briskly to her car Afraid of every shadow
Unclean
Blood drips in the sink My hand will never be clean
Cat and Mouse
She ran as fast as she could And as far as possible But it was pointless
Knife in Hand
Distorted images flash by in an instance Reforming in startling clarity With her body still warm at my feet
Underground
I wake to the pounding Of the hammer As you nail
Poisonous
Everything dies With enough arsenic
Rebound
He was supposed to be dead But there he stood with sightless eyes Still in the clothes we buried him in
Buried Alive
Dirt in my mouth Nowhere to spit it out The dirt keeps pouring it
Blood Inherit
He wanted the crown And did not care What blood he had To shed to get it -Kel Dayheart
Quite Contrary
Bloody Mary Bloody Mary
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