birds of a feather

[Ragga_Wh0re]

You grasped that filet knife tightly in your filthy hands
dialated pupils
miniscule mamory glands.
locks of store boughten gold
upon my tongue they imposed
betrayed by one i love?
Before you ripped the blade through my flesh,
I questioned why you insisted on taking my last breath.
Cold sharp steel cutting through my skin,
Hush little baby
the massacre begins.

Here comes the canibals
Rabied like animals
Fighting over my entrails
Even in death the pure one shall prevail.
Take my shell
I banish you all to hell
my spirit shall always live
Ive let go
But i REFUSE to forgive.