do it, kill her

do it, kill her

don’t let her live another day

that smile is fake, those eyes as well

the faint perfume mixed with sweat

her tits are fake

her life is hell

so do it, kill her

steal her mind

her thoughts are lies, her breath uneven

her spoken words just stuttered shit

cut her arms

now she’s bleeding

do it, kill her

she’s fading now

it’s not fun anymore

the crowd is gone

bleachers empty

so kill her, do it

smile at me?

no fucking way, whore

you don’t smile, you bleed

because you’re mine now

and you’ve always been

 

 

 

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