Sunday, March 18, 2007

:: Hybrid ::

Breathing shallow,
I' m s l i p p i n g away
 Hanging in the gallows,

 I'm starting to pray.
How c ar efu l it was planned,
to do away with me
 So kill me if you can,
but words wont make me bleed
So what if I survive,
and live to tell the truth ?

 Imagine my suprise,
to find me living and so very much

alive.
I'll find a new life and hide

if I survive.
I'll find my own place in time,

if I survive

 I'll learn to forget the crime,

IF I survive



 But I swear, you're going down if I survive.



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spoken. at 4:06 PM



"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."