Chapter 250
Not Yet
You can throw me away
I am not the one who is trash
Here is my wrist
Why not give it a slash
You know my love will never die
So you will do what can kill it
Here is my necks juggler
Why not give it a slit
Your finger on the trigger
My mind awaits your bullet
Laugh as you aim
Why not just pull it
Grab my neck
Make it snap so it's broke
Your thumbs on my throat
Why not give it a choke
You think I am gone
Don't place your bet
You have not killed me
Not yet
Nobody