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by Sheep Jun 9, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about death
A moment, please Just one for now That's all I need To show you how My plan to run To hide away To my intentions I wont betray Now listen up And listen well When you're done reading It's to late to yell. Step one, a thought Of great design It's greatly planned It's purely mine Step two, a motion To bring them close To make a space To make a pose. Step three, a grasp To close my hand I'll grab the drug And then I'll stand Step four, a chain To push events To swallow death Is my intent Step five, a phone Not mine to call But yours to ring Hours after I fall Step six is perfect My true object Now to the parlor Will you direct?