Keep Quiet..
.."Help me, I've fallen and I can't turn back." Images turn wack,
It's the burden to wake up in the morning to turn into a smack,
Even Darkness churns black. Froths of soup in the couldrens,
Stirring each time she unplugs the phone where the cord ends,
All depends though. Will she live or will turning back be death,
The Meth medicates her depression inside every dying breath,
So she calls up beth, "Girl help me. He's going to kill me dead."
But beth said, "Chick go back to bed, it's all inside your head."
The pencils led began to dull. Life started to come null in void,
Only choice was to avoid the man before she was destroyed..
She'd been decoyed, leaving her room was her worst decision,
The incision looked like suicide planned with perfect precision..
..A note of death lay under her bed, unfinished and unharmed,
She lay lifeless by the table with a fake note and so unarmed,
So much at stake, the break in time shattered the face of her,
Unsure of how she could ever recover without a perfect cure,
Cartorized, her wrists slit...you could say she'd been artirized,
Arteries become a part of these tragic suicidal stories and lies,
Unsized victims, assumptions are prefered over accusations...
That girls suicide note became the killers type of declerations,
Beth made preparations to get to the police and tell her story,
But cracking the story of the killer would be ruining his glory,
"I should've told her to get out," beth shouted, "She's gone,"
...*POW*...
I guess that she'll be keeping quiet from now and then on......
Most Killers who make their murders look like suicide..get away with it almost 10 times a day. Think about all the deaths, and realize..are you greatful??
Links-
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=264120
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