Here I sit
So absent of mind
So lost in a world unknown
So distant
I weep
Crying my soul out for you
Bleeding my heart out for you
And what do you do?
You cut me up
You push me down
You spit on me
You make me bleed
What wrongs have I done?
What did I do to offend you?
I am just myself and you don't like me that way
You smile but inside you are hating me
You want me to be a different me
A person I cannot be
I sit in the waiting
Listening to the wind
My hair loose and blowing in the wind
And you approach
And you are concealing something
A weapon of some sort
I am fearful
I am afraid
I am the girl you want me to be
Afraid, worried, scared for her life
You need me to be weak
So you can feel strong
You touch my face and I pull back
You put your arms behind you
And the sounds of hatred whisper through the breeze
And you smile
I can hear you groping the trigger
Before me you stand
A revolver in hand
MY revolver in hand
You smile and mutter how pretty I look
Your voice is now gripped with hatred for me
And I only want to fight
I only want to live and to get my gun
Because that gun
That shiny silver revolver is my fight
It is my courage, my strength, my everything
My revolver is me
I rise quickly and demand he shoot me
He looks at me like I am pyscho
He laughs and says that neither of us will get out alive
Homicide/suicide
"Best way to be a coward!" I scream at him
He jumps back
Afraid to speak
He thought I was helpless without my gun
He thought I was dead weight
He thought I was useless
I grab MY gun back
And aim it at his head
He takes four steps back
He knows I will shoot
"Delilah, please, don't do this!"
"And why should I not? you were going to kill me
And kill you as well. Cute, ex-lovers in a homicide/suicide.
The cops will find it dashing, don't you think?"
"Delilah, put the gun down!"
"Darling, this is only your death,
I only want my life back."
"Delilah! Put the bloody gun down!"
~The Walls~
She cocks the gun
She knows it's loaded
It always is
She aims
He goes into panic
Afraid he will meet his doom at the hands of his ex.
She remembers a photograph she had seen days before
It was a suicider
A gun to it's head
And where blown out brains should have been
It was butterflies
The suicider was at peace
She believed it was a girl
She was free from her wretched hell
Her chains broken and her soul free
She was finally free
And as she pictured this
She pulled the trigger
And he collapsed
Blood gushed and brains spewed
What happened that night is not talked about
Only cried about
Hidden throughout
And scattered about
Check the floor boards
Check the walls
Check the ceiling
Check the halls
Whisper because the walls can hear
The walls truely do have ears
Careful what you say
Because these walls CAN talk
These walls can scream
These walls know things
That we can only dream
These walls have talked once before
And might just talk again
But beware of the spare house
Don't go near the spare house
For it's secrets are screaming
It's secrets are bleeding
And so are the walls as we sing
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