Bullet to the MindMature

My agony brings pleasure to your life
Entwined by birth, separated by hand.
Your laugh echoes around me
Mouth twists to a grim mutation;
Dark humour haunts your face.
And the madness burning in your eyes
Dance when I'm in pain.
A bullet shoots from your heart to mouth
And peirces my mind, harrowed by insult:
The "god damned bitch" not worth a breath.
You bring home your silent pleasures every night
Tonight is the night to destroy them.
My own bare hands shall defeat the devil
Of whom possesses you night through night.

The End

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