The last words,
The cruel and hateful ones.
Words that were spit out,
Alive, teaming with hatred and venom.
Those last words,
Those last words are the ones that hurt the most.
At least, that is how I do it.
When I say my last words
I say them to make it sting,
To leave a lasting impression;
An impression that makes you think
“I got into a fight with the wrong girl.”
My last words will always bite,
And if they do not
Then those weren’t my last words.
Sometimes though, if you're lucky enough,
I will make everything hurt.
From Beginning
To middle
To end.
I can make it all hurt.
Because my venom, is deadly.