This Makes Me Ill.
Broken; Beatdown,
Shoot To Kill.
The Deepest Only Darkens.
The Heart Explodes And Spills.
You Make My Stomach
Churn,
Churn,
Churn.
Here I Stand,
With That Gun In My Hand.
Now,
It's My Turn.
Turn,
Turn...
Around And Look Before You;
Behind You.
It's Beckoning To You.
For You.
Wanting You.
Consuming You.
You Just Keep Wandering Past The Truths.
Can't You See That
"X" Marks The Spot?
You Treasure The Lies.
You Bury Them In Your Beautiful Eyes.
Cock Back The Hammer;
You Take It Out In Just One Shot.
This Just Makes Me Ill.
Broken Down; Beaten Down.
Shoot To Kill.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Jes!
This was tragically beautiful!
I soo do love ur writes, and ima comment more and more now that I know U have me on ur fave's list!
I love u my Shirley Manson make up whore!
♥ Dani -
I wish this were a song. I can see it, feel it!!! It makes me want to pump my fist in the air, and say F the world!
Dishonesty, lies, treachery...it makes me sick, and I want the world to know it!
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