Stage 1: Suicidal thoughts
At the end of the day I want to take it all away cut the bullshit end the sadness I never thought I would have this madness in my life where's the knife just a little slit or split when I walk through the street I won't run when you pack your heat and point the gun I'll open my shirt and draw the bullseye what don't be mad because I'm ready to fly away from the cage that makes me go crazy I don't do anything about it though only because I'm lazy
I'll cross from the sidewalk then pretend to tie my shoelace when the car hits me I'll end up another news face or maybe spread my arms infront of a train and when it rains nothing remains but my brain
this is the end say good-bye bye but please don't cry guy just fly by and remember why we die-die
If you think you live in the darkness then you're funny nothings more dark than drugs sex and money where greed lust pride anger envy gluttony laziness makes them sin and we all begin to go to hell or maybe jail they'll tose you in one of the two then you must do what you gotta do to stay alive
alive ...wait where's my ********' knife...
Oh I'm not gonna do that that's just akward like my poem peoples
Vangelis13 · Tue Nov 14, 2006 @ 09:17pm · 8 Comments |