If you’re human how is it possible to kill another?
You’re already older than she was,
And yet you know so little.
She wasn’t just strangled and wrangled,
She was chopped and mangled.
Just feel the presence of the person next to you,
Alive, warm and breathing.
Now see your hands, they are murders hands,
But they haven’t just taken life,
They’ve chopped it and torn it,
And still they wont mourn it.
You cold, callas, course, bitch.
As you kill life you kill yourself.
You are an incomprehensible, unfathomable enigma.
And I HATE you.
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