Place that bullet in your head, for once
I want to see how well it suits you
I want to be thrilled by the joy you feel
As you jump on the trip to the other side
Feel the warmth inside
Feel the shine of metal
Smell the smoke of the burned flesh
And that of the powder beneath
Taste what your moment looks like
Analyze it in your blood trickling down your eyes
Cry red as the tears for the last time
Fear not, and feel no regrets
You are off this fucking planet
You are out of here
The blackout, the soothing silence
You are here, among us..
We are the living
Yet both feels the same
Saturday, October 27, 2007
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