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Don’t 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 man… well, he’s 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
Karma’s a bitch and I warned him
I wasn’t a woman to be messed with
He thought he could fuck around
And she thought she could fuck my man
I guess they won’t be doing that again
© Indie and Crimsin 2011
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 man… well, he’s 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
Karma’s a bitch and I warned him
I wasn’t a woman to be messed with
He thought he could fuck around
And she thought she could fuck my man
I guess they won’t be doing that again
© Indie and Crimsin 2011
Published 1st Oct 2011
| Edited 14th Oct 2019
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1st Oct 2011 6:09am
This was so much fun to write with you Indie I love the way you think it's out of this world..peace Crim :)
1st Oct 2011 6:12am
Thanks Crim. I love being challenged with my writing and this was awesome to write. Nothing wrong with getting a little twisted for the sake of art x)
1st Oct 2011 6:23am
1st Oct 2011 6:36am
1st Feb 2012 3:25am
Damn, nice poem. It's a bad feeling getting cheated on.. strong emotions come out
1st Feb 2012 3:30am
Thanks Jimmyos. I'm sure a lot of us have thought ^ this. Better to write about it then actually do it though lol.
