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Donít Mess With Me

(Collab with Crimsin)

There's a gun in my hands
I don't know how it got there
There's blood in the sand
I don't think it's mine

I awaken from a black out
My hands dripping blood
I vaguely remember my lover
Rolling around on the beach with some whore

In a fit of passion
I realise with horror I took out his gun
and blew him away

I can see the body parts now
The parts that used to be his
Brain, and bone and cartilage
Parts of him that used to be his head

The slut sat there screaming in terror
As I took out my knife
Gutting her, holding her heart in my hands
While she was still breathing
Crushing it, as she had crushed my heart

Her blood runs down my arms
Smattered with sand
I drag her body down to the water
By her hair, making sure her face
Hits some rocks along the way

My manÖ well, heís a bit harder
To dispose of, so I bury him instead
I pity the child that digs him up
Maybe the crabs or seagulls
Will take a liking to his flesh

Karmaís a bitch and I warned him
I wasnít a woman to be messed with
He thought he could fuck around
And she thought she could fuck my man

I guess they wonít be doing that again

© Indie and Crimsin 2011
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published | Edited 14th Oct 2019
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