Kill Me LovelyA Poem by AskewLa petite mort
I will die
A million little deaths My legs will go numb And I must be carried To my next murder Where I will die A million more little deaths Take me away And keep me under With no chance Of coming back to life Make it gruesome Cut out my heart Teach me the meaning Of a little death
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