Come on

by rene   Jul 1, 2007


Come on see me through the rain
through the fog and through the pain
hear me laugh through my screams
you make me cry I'll make you bleed

come an see me in my black cell
through the fires of you hell
hear my curses through my laugh
you make me bleed you'll feel my wrath

come on help me out of here
through the fire through my fear
hear my curses through my soul
you cut my up you make me whole

come on hurry kill me fast
through the heart of my past
hear my laugh at my curse
you stab me quick you make it worse

come on quick i want to die
through the light through the lie
use the gun, use the knife
hurry up end our life.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Mike Wilburn

    Excellent

    worst could be changed to worse. Worst is like a sausage or hot dog

  • 17 years ago

    by Nobodys Hero

    This was excellent
    I loved this poem
    =]
    !!5/5!!
    Awsum job