WORDkill...

in the blackest night the brightest day, it stings without any mercy, daggers, knives arrows and swords ripping through the sentimental flesh of life, crushing the bones stabbing the heart, blood flows through the eyes of the wound, splashing the walls in vermilion, standing in front of a firing squad ready taking aim waiting for the signal, bullets coming straight to the face mocking at the innocence of a infant child, ready to die don't expect the tears they dried up long ago, in an agony untold or written. feeling numb don't feel the pain, been through death row over and over again, accustomed to suicides every second of the day, it doesn't make any difference of what you say, and won't succeed to make me hurt coz I live with it every single day, so thank you for all the thoughts you lay, as WORDS.