• Hands touch,
    Lips lock.
    The dreams are done,
    But this nightmare begun.
    One shot, two bullets.
    Enough time to hide
    The evidence.
    Screaming for mercy,
    My soul ripped apart.
    Black diamonds swallowed,
    That was so smart.
    Hands close, ones done.
    And you just found out,
    You're holding the gun.
    Swings at a park,
    Running blind,
    When will my hands
    Be unbind? Smiles are nice,
    But frowns are better.
    How much longer for your letter?
    Love notes are sweet,
    But poems are sick.
    I'm sick and tired of your s**t!
    Hands touch,
    When lips lock.
    This dream is done,
    But the nightmare
    Has only BEGUN.