Me,My self,And I
Running for my life,
But I got the bloody knife in my hand,
I don't hear a sound,
Who turned off the lights?
Why am I going up the elevator?
Thought I was afraid of heights,
Now I notice the slits on my wrist,
How'd this gun get in my jacket?
Got the gun to my head,
Knife to my heart,
Finger on the trigger,
5-4-3-2-1,
You crazy son of a bitch,
Starring down the 12th floor,
I can see my heart drop to the floor,
Blood on my sleeve,
Another knine up my sleeve,
I hear the ghost in my head,
They say I'm gona be dead,
Got the gun to my head,
Knife to my heart,
Finger on the trigger,
5-4-3-2-1,
You crazy son of a bitch,
5-
Got the gun to my head,
4-
Knife to my heart,
3-
Finger on the trigger,
2-
falling down the 12th floor,
1-
Silence,
You crazy son pf a bitch!
written summer of 2005
by
bloodypaintedartposted on 04/06/2008
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