Deader than Dead


The sky is blue
And so are you.
The things attached to my arms
Are causing you the worst harm.
Choke and choke until
You become a hoax.
Your airway slowly closes until you finally
Collapse to the ground.
Dragging you to the nearest ditch...
Rotting slowly while maggots
And flies get to you... in you, you bitch.
You are now deader than dead
And I do not have the slightest itch of guilt.

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