What Comes Of Me Alone

by Curing the Comon Cliche   Apr 5, 2009


Starry nights rip through my mind
Like bullets through my cheek
There is so much left to say right now
But let's let the bullet speak

Only so much I can take
Before I have to stop
The heavy sounds the shotgun makes
Preparing for one shot

Last noise is the screaming quiet
That accompanies my empty home
Now, I wonder why that is dear
What comes from me alone

Ripping through the radio
Through the left side of my brain
Lyrics like this shotgun shell
Can make me go insane

So with my finger on the trigger
And my painting on the door
This is what comes from me alone
"I don't need you anymore"

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  • 15 years ago

    by MissMana

    I liked it very intense...keep it up!...
    S.M.I.L.E

  • 15 years ago

    by StandStill

    Wish i could say it doesn't make me cry.