Hands intwined through sentimental blues
Cradling our tunes inside our heads
With tattered, blistered torn and worn out shoes
I'll take this away from you
This silver bullet
This time, we end this
A jail cell and drag wasn't good enough for me
These pills go
Down sour
With you staring at my breasts
Tears fall slowly
and creamate this little moon
beams blaze through our eyes, where
gravity takes over
This time, we end this
A jail cell and drag wasn't good enough for me
These pills go
Down sour
With you staring at my breasts
This time
I hate this, a shaking gun pointed at my head
With everything I've said
I meant this one thing
I've tried
I'm not lying
I've tried
To get you to see me for me
But through all
And sharp screams
We'll end it all....
you'll show them, show them all
How much this was
worth to you and I
As we grow cold...
BUT THIS TIME,we end this
A jail cell and drag wasn't good enough for me
These pills go
Down sour
With you staring at my breasts
[ends]
Author notes
a blender between demolition lovers && headfirst for halos = inspiration
[fesha-x]
A contest entry
- I Brought You My Bullets; Let's Seek Revenge † by ShotgunSherri--.
675 points, ended December 19, 2008, 9 entries
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