Killing Me
Letting the games begin
Her cold broken heart lets her win
Once beating with passion
Now turned to stone
Stripped completely of love
Left all alone
Willing not wanting
She devises her plan
Her prey all to easy
He is only a man
She is poised for the kill
No one can survive
This is not a life
She is merely alive
Copyright © David Maynard | Year Posted 2019
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