Twisted
Written/ ©2005 by: Rua
I watch the bodies fall.
See every rivers of blood.
I cannot seem to get the pictures out of my head.
It’s okay twisted sister.
Gaze upon me love.
Gaze upon his death.
Gaze upon his corpse.
For I won’t live past the days he doesn’t speak or write.
I shall not breathe oh twisted little sister.
I cannot see help me little sister.
I will not linger while I am half-dead & barely alive.
Hey little sister have you ever watched your love die?
Hey twisted little sister is it okay if I cry now before I leave?
I watched his body fall.
I caress him as his blood flow away.
I saw him take his last breath.
Then the enemy grabbed me & threw me over a cliff,
And the bastard took our lives away.
nice poem... very nice poem...
loving it
:Ghostbusters +
