Murder of Me.

by Crimson War Goddess

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-03-03 07:54:00

rain.

dripping.

wet.

Sometimes I fear that this day will never end.

sleep.

death.

decomposition.

I wonder if I’m the only one who is running away from her shadows.

love.

passion.

conception.

My life is a homicide,
never to be solved
or completed.

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