Black Suicide• Show poetry

I'm tired of all the betrayl.

Demoilition Lovers - MCR.

Hand in mine
Into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you
We could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition, too
I'd end my days with you
In a hail of bullets

I'm trying
I'm trying to let you know just how much you mean to me
And after
All the things we put each other through

And I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two
Keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you
And we'll keep it running

But this time
I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls
On desert sky
Until the end of everything

I'm trying
I'm trying to let you know how much you mean
As days fade
And nights grow
And we grow cold

Until the end,
Until this pool of blood.
Until this.
I mean this.
I mean this.
Until the end of...

I'm trying.
I'm trying to let you know how much you mean.
As days fade
And nights grow,
And we go cold.

But this time,
We'll show them.
We'll show them all how much we mean
As snow falls
On desert sky,
Until the end of every...

All we are...
All we are is bullets.
I mean this.
All we are...
All we are is bullets.
I mean this.
All we are...
All we are is bullets.
I mean this.
All we are...
All we are is bullets.
I mean this.

As lead rains
Pass on through
Our phantoms,
Forever forever.

Like scarecrows
That fuel this flame,
We're burning,
Forever and ever.

Know how much I want to show you you're the only one.
Like a bed of roses there's a dozen reasons
In
This
Gun.

And as we're falling down,
And in this pool of blood,
And as we're touching hands...
And as we're falling down,
And in this pool of blood...
And as we're falling down,
I'll see your eyes.
And in this pool of blood,
I'll meet your eyes.
I mean this.
Forever.

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Pssst. Yes, I do mean 250, not 25