DYING

by TaTtErEdXhEaRt   Nov 30, 2005


So sick of being played
Part of your game
Free me from your clutches
Give me back my name

Hold me in the starlight
Protecting me from you
Part my lips and taste me
Then spit me out, your through

Forget each whispered calling
All the haunted screams
A true romantic love
My futuristic dreams

Your name across my fore arm
My noose, your love not there
Leave me dangling in the wind
My neck no longer bare

Kill me from the inside
And slowly wrench in pain
you feel the red hot anger
Inside of every vein

Slip your poison in my drink
Make me forget the hurt
Then dig a grave inside of you
And lie me in the dirt

My death, your handy artwork
Complete without a care
Your heart beat sounds like heaven
And I am dying to be there.

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