It was late the night I found you. The sky had gone it's darkest blue. It was fun to watch you squwirm and beg, Even when you didn't mean it. How could you with a gun to your head? I guess I should have seen it. How did you like it in his bed? How he would spoon and hold you. Is he any better when he's dead? Now that what my mother said turned out to be true? He's bleeding now, and do you care? Did you even try to save him? I guess not, cause all you did was stuff him in the den. I'm driving now cause I heard them coming. I shot you beffore I left. It doesn't matter if you lived cause I'll soon be dead. And all my deeds will rest on your head. Now how's that for a happy end?
SpyCat Necrof · Sat Jun 11, 2005 @ 07:19pm · 0 Comments |