| Blood runs warm and dry, From my cool knife Skrewd up my chance in heaven, Now I skred up life. Pain is all I feel right now, Cold as winter ice. The blood drips down my skin, oooh that feels nice. Once upon a time I lived, In an open face. My life was like a book, Open and shut case. But now I'm deeper than some, In this dirt called home. Why do I feel so so, Very very all alone. Now the time has come for me, To crawl away and die. Its time to end the show, my friends, Goodnight and good bye. Hit me hard upon my heart, Make me feel the hurt. Kick my face into the ground, Walk me through the dirt. Take my remains up, Make them look nice. Throw me to the hungry vultures, Throw me to the mive. But just incase I might return, Give me but a pen. To write the check to get the gun, To kill myself again. That is what the world is for, Ncie and easy death. Life is the painful part, Dying is the breath. Inhale to intoxicate, Until your first breath. Because thats much easier, Than being scarred to death. ~~~~~~~~~~~Dave Fiedler |