Sense of Death

by Lyndsey Hicks

Too many times I watched you with love in my eyes... 

Now i watch as the crow takes flight... 

You promised me everything would be allright.... 

Now I promise to bring you death and pain, a soothing retribution... 

Let revenge take its course, for resistance is futile and death is 

inevitable... 

Love is malicious, but so is being alive... 

Dead people tell no tales... 

We are them.... 

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