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[aid] => mick
[title] => Deadly Rape
[time] => 2005-04-06 02:09:07
[hometext] => Comments Truly Appreciated
[bodytext] => See these eyes Watch they’re lies. Hear these lips Listen to they’re tips. It won’t be long Before something’s wrong. You see her, It’s all a blur. She sees you, And knows that its untrue. See these eyes Watch they’re lies. Hear these lips Listen to they’re tips. Your love cannot be real, For its not something that you feel. At night its more like rape, She just wants to escape. Each night it gets worse, Adding one more curse. See these eyes Watch they’re lies. Hear these lips Listen to they’re tips. Yesterday you split her head, Tonight she might be dead. She’s on the phone, Hurting to the bone. You walk in, And grab her chin. See these eyes Watch they’re lies. Hear these lips Listen to they’re tips. Shoved to her knees, She starts to beg please. “Don’t kill me now, I’m not worth the trouble it’ll sow.” But you don’t hear, You’re too busy drinkin’ your beer. See these eyes Watch they’re lies. Hear these lips Listen to they’re tips. Now its Sunday morning And all the papers are warning There was a murder last night, Without much of a fight. For what the cops saw Left them in grim awe. See these eyes Watch they’re lies. Hear these lips Listen to they’re tips. The sight that was seen Was a girl of eighteen With a broken head And a body covered in red. Her killer was a man Who was still holding a can. See these eyes Watch they’re lies. Hear these lips Listen to they’re tips. He was drunk as it gets And high on something that wasn’t cigarettes. He bashed her head ‘Till she was near dead. Then he looked at her eyes And told her to say her goodbyes. See these eyes Watch they’re lies. Hear these lips Listen to they’re tips. A man killed a girl Then something started to unfurl He picked up a knife And took his life. The story ends here, And that, I think is clear. [comments] => 9 [counter] => 559 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Live2Die [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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