Mouth open, gaping, searching, hungry.
My nails scrape against the blood splattered pavement.
Your crooked smile and crooked deeds,
match your ugly insides.
You can be the one to rip me open.
You can sink your teeth into my skin down to the core.
Tear out my very being.
But my beating heart will be the one to put the bullet into your skull.
I wrote this within 5 minutes. I'll have to change it up when I get back form alpha.
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