Death Grip
Slip your cold soft hands around my neck. Tighten it slowly. I command you. Not too fast, For I may not feel the pain. My dear angel, Just get it over with. But make it hurt. I deserve pain. I just don't know what I did to deserve this. I know that I do, but why? I have no idea. Just because I am who I am. That's it. Close your hands together my sweet angel of death. Take away the last of this struggled painfull breath. Written January 5th, 2002 © on Jan 05 2002 04:13 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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