2 In the Morning

Chapter 1

2 In the Morning

by: RIP_Tom
Knife in hand,
It'll go as planned.
One sharp twist,
You won't be missed.
Cobblestone blood staining the floor,
Your pretty face hanging on my door.
Laughing behind bars,
Chasing fast cars,
Creating thick scars,
Like you're coming from Mars.
Click. Click. Boom!
Your heads on the floor.
Click. Click. Boom!
I don't care anymore.
Your texts at 2 in the morning,
Feel like a new death is dawning.
Like Morgan F is yawning,
Cause, damn, you're so boring.
Knife in hand your final mutter,
Knife to skin, it spreads like butter.



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