A Murder Behind His Grin

You took my heart and ripped it good
To burry myself I think I should
The pain and agony kept haunting me
Screams I know will never set me free

Droplets of blood landed on the ground
Thorns perforated my sinful hand
You gave me a rose barely alive
Mortality will now deprive

As your ogre band marches on
The half-dead rose rested below
And you’ll now have a happy ending
For my corpse is barely hanging.

[originally composed:November 27, 08]


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