Stefanie Fontker - Murder, She Spoke

I’ll follow her home like psychosis,
And penetrate her dreams.
Destroy my own heart with this love.

Negotiate a ransom for her mouth,
Her religion is the sharpest hurt.
I know I’ll end up on the end of her cross.

Sit her into a broken embrace,
And push her against metal ropes.
I’ll let her watch me slit my throat.

Stefanie Fontker

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