ClevelandWeirdness prose
*Untitled* by Kt
It's dark outside,
   I wonder if you'll come,
'I loved you', I yell.
   'You'll pay dearly,
for what you did!'
     I call off in the wind.
I know you hear me,
     I call out to you,
'Matt! Matt!'
     I know your coming now,
I feel you,
     like a wind at my back.
Your upon me now,
     'Bitch!' you scream at me,
'Die!' I yelled back,
     my blade hit true,
for your heart now stops,
     as the last of the blood,
comes and gos,
     'I loved you', I yell.
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