Kiratakash723

Untitled I look at you, as I breathe my last breath, And I look at the knife that stabbed me to death. You wipe off the tears that dampened my face, As you pull me into a loving embrace. Your fingers entangled, in my black flowing locks, The neighbors heard us, and they're calling the cops. I inwardly laughed, at your attempt to get away, But a wall of cops was blocking you way. My parents were shocked, as they went through the door, I was merely a corpse, that was rotting on the floor. The paramedics loaded me into their van, As my father was watching, trying to be a man. I was in the hospital, they were trying to save me, But