lizards tongue

stuck in the grip of life,
at the tip of a knife.
you dont know what were among,
Something called the lizards tonuge.
held back by the chains,
Everyone has a fake name.
and it tears out a lung,
and you suspect it was the lizards tongue.
slapped down to the cold hard ground,
Now your lost and never found.
You find a gun,
and your at the tip of the lizards tongue.
you take a deep breath in,
Your desperate to comit this one last sin.
You make a countdown,3,2,1,
and now your at the center of the lizards tongue.
your life flashes before your eyes,
you take one last chance,to run,to hide.
you leave one last letter wrote,
your at the back of the lizards throat.
cough up blood,bleed from your head,
you know you cant turn back your already dead.
Now you have done it,
Your down in the lizards stomach.

by NeVeRmOrE
posted on 04/30/2008