Wednesday, 5 October 2011

Please Don't Kill Yourself

Say you’ll tuck away your terrible doubt
So you can’t have it, but I can have it out
So use in saying, “you’re always mean to see”
An eye of dying crushing cyanide sing softly for me

To drink till I can’t see but black,
And whisper say, “that’s all I ever lacked?”
Trust you, and whatever you tried to say -
Just run in veins on lain old yesterday

Ain’t it a bitch, a kick in the head
And you, and all you do instead
Say you’ll stand and steal your mother’s pride
But die in folds of an insufferable time

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