Murder

you found the old rusty knife
once used by a cold murderer
to end one wasted innocent life
it was the answer for his glare

you can taste my faithless blood
pointing down to my deep grave
corrupted by their blood lust
your path with corpse was paved

listen to your thirsty demons
they call out to my name
listen to the helpless moans
they whisper the truth in pain

slowly you pushed me to my death
and i met your rage to the truth
freed as i fall into the night
you knew that you falsely fought

blinding everyone by the blade
you hide and fiercely dreading
safe within the handles shade
you were down furiously crying

*a girl hated me for what she was told about me and i was not given a chance to explain myself.
by the time she learned the truth it was too late cause she already ruined my life and i wont
listen anymore. she cried.

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