My Heart is where I Plunge my Knives,
My Neck is where from Rope I am tightly Hung,
My Head is where the Bullets are Shot,
But my Hands are what Drive it All.
My Hands Thrust the Knives into my Chest and Stains the carpet Red,
My Hands Tie the Rope around my Neck from which I now Hang limp,
My Hands Load and Shoots the Gun letting bullets Fly through my Head,
But your Words are what Inspired it all.
For your Words of Hate plunged the Knives deeper into my Chest,
Your Words of Dislike tighten the rope around my neck, from which I now hang limp,
My Hands load and shoots the gun, so that bullets may fly through my head,
But your Words are what inspired it all.
Your Words of Hate plunged the knives deeper into my chest,
Your Words of dislike tighten the rope around my neck,
Your Words of Judgement drove the bullets deeper inside my head,
But your Words no longer affect me...
For now that I am Dead...
First Written 22/01/2020 finished at 7.34 pm (my time)
First Published 19th of April 2020
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