I tried to kill the pain
But it only brought more.
In the end, does it even matter?
My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliverance
But I only feel cold steel.
We were born to die, weren't we?
I spin the cylinder and wonder,
Will you be on the other side?
Or will you forget me?
Either way its time to bleed it out
And cross this divide.
I place the barrel against my temple
And take my last breath.
I feel a cold rush of blood to my head
As I pull the .....
Fabulo-la
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But it only brought more.
In the end, does it even matter?
My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliverance
But I only feel cold steel.
We were born to die, weren't we?
I spin the cylinder and wonder,
Will you be on the other side?
Or will you forget me?
Either way its time to bleed it out
And cross this divide.
I place the barrel against my temple
And take my last breath.
I feel a cold rush of blood to my head
As I pull the .....
Fabulo-la
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9/25/2012 |
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This is beautiful and sad at the same time.
Beautiful.
Pull the curtains?
Pull the trigger?
Blinds, perhaps?
Sublime...
Bitter sweet
Please don't pull the trigger
We must die to self
To find ourselves
Yet in neglecting self
We may cease living
And tis unity with self
Which equates living
Life and living seem often a joke
Game of chance like the spinning cylinder. ..
-Mancee