run.

A Poem by Carrion.

Inches away,
You should have killed me when you had the chance,
Should of shoved the knife a little deeper into my chest,
Slipping me into eternal rest,
You should have killed me when you had the chance.
I know you'd love to see me fall,
but this time b***h,
I don't have my back turned.
I've got my feet planted firm on the ground,
and soon,
I'll be watching you fall,
so you better f*****g run.