look aside dear miss
have a sideways glance
take my hand or you shall trip
life is getting shorter
every minute gets longer
i dont want to look at you
i dont want to spit at you
i dont want to hate you
i dont want to love you
i want to kill you
thr rose is black
the thorns have blood
and i can feel the heat
sweat in my brows
i am tired too tired to give up.
i will kill you because you killed me
because love left me and my shadow shone in the sun
shadows should be dark
but when shadows go
when softness grapples
hold me tight strangle my youth
i dont want to look at you
i dont want to spit at you
i dont want to hate you
i dont want to love you
i want to kill you
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