Post by *GoThIc_FairY* on Jun 21, 2006 23:30:08 GMT -5
He swallows down that bottle of whiskey
the poisonous bottle of hell
His eyes start to twitch
and his body starts to swell
somehow he doenst feel so well
something that not a soul can tell
he gets up and tries to walk to the door
only falling to the floor
He rests agaisnt the sore
only screaming out for more
he has compassion
but only for his own destruction
his eyes show his fear of the ending
but his stubborn soul is never bending
why won't he even try mending?
he's tired of trying is the answer he bears
he backs out of the bright lit room
and walks into the darkened room with a knife
Oh, how it gleams in the sun
he says, "sorry all...this was fun.."
and instead he ends his life with a gun....
the poisonous bottle of hell
His eyes start to twitch
and his body starts to swell
somehow he doenst feel so well
something that not a soul can tell
he gets up and tries to walk to the door
only falling to the floor
He rests agaisnt the sore
only screaming out for more
he has compassion
but only for his own destruction
his eyes show his fear of the ending
but his stubborn soul is never bending
why won't he even try mending?
he's tired of trying is the answer he bears
he backs out of the bright lit room
and walks into the darkened room with a knife
Oh, how it gleams in the sun
he says, "sorry all...this was fun.."
and instead he ends his life with a gun....
