The poison-
the bullets-
they go- straight through me,
and I allow them to pass.
I've chosen this-
This is what I chose.
Why do I let myself do this?
I'm burning,
and spreading the flames,
I can't begin to explain
or even start to tame
the fire in my life
have strength to lift the knife-
but i must consider-
must get rid of
the breaths-
the past-
the hopes-
every-
every-
everything!
I can't stand it here
this is where
I don't belong
its just a sad song-
that peirces my veins
and leaves no remains-
only stains-
on carpets in a so called "home"
the place that I was always alone-
So leave and forget- Go get stoned-
The only thing to turn to in a world so cold-
And even though I once had a chance
in a romance-
but that was a breif glance-
Just look at these lies
that came from the eyes
that I now despise-
I must give up;
I must let go;
The poison- The bullets-
This is what I chose.
