How it's helped in time and fate
In words and lines of bold
But who's to blame for all the hate
This world has since been sold
~♥~
Listening to other thoughts
Live by what they think
Hearing how tough we talk
Our minds begin to sync
Am I to blame
If I say
'I'll Kill You'
(That I've said!!)
And then it seems
That very day
That you...
You end up dead
Does that mean I took your life
I had you by the throat
Because I said I'd 'strangle you'
That one time in that note...
~♥~
If I write down in a song
And tell you that my life so long
Must be taken in the end
Do you take yourself my friend?
Even if
At one time
I say
Just be like me
Suicide!
It's just a line
I wrote
For you to sing
I write my death you for you to read
Then write another song(!)
If there's more for you to see
Then clearly I'm NOT gone
~♥~
Don't claim to follow in the words
Of what someone has done
Because a song is to be heard
Ideas and rhymes be sung
I didn't die
Nor should you
I've never thought
You Should
And I didn't say
'Do as I do'
I never hoped
You Would!
I am not dead, of my own means
I haven't hurt a soul
All I do is write these things
You're in YOUR control
~♥~
So this is just me telling ALL
It's yourselves you should fear
Because to WRITE my suicide
Thats how I disappear
Author notes
Suicide cult? The thought is completely comical, if you are unable to listen to music without grabbing a gun to shoot somone or turning it on yourself then someone should slap you and jack your headphones.
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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I LOVE it!
Sends a great and true message.
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