1_21Guns
July 6th, 2011, 03:10 PM
To stare down the barrel of a gun,
To peer to the bottom of a bottle,
Two cilinders of similiar proportions,
Both destructive, both fatal.
Perhaps you just can't pull the trigger fast enough,
You just can't get enough of it,
Perhaps, you don't even want to,
You just enjoy the rush, the buzz.
Go on, you listen to them, but it's all in your head,
Nobody's telling you to empty the bottle,
There's nothing screaming at you to explode your skull.
Load the gun, neck the bottle.
Now where are you?
You don't even know, your eyes are fuzzy,
Your mind is in ruins, your tear ducts have run dry,
Bet that gun looks like a great idea doesn't it?
Pull the trigger, see where it gets you,
Blow the past out of the back of your head,
Go on, but I garuntee you won't watch it fade away,
The only thing to fade will be your pulse, and the people who cared.
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appologies for badness, I have a headache today
To peer to the bottom of a bottle,
Two cilinders of similiar proportions,
Both destructive, both fatal.
Perhaps you just can't pull the trigger fast enough,
You just can't get enough of it,
Perhaps, you don't even want to,
You just enjoy the rush, the buzz.
Go on, you listen to them, but it's all in your head,
Nobody's telling you to empty the bottle,
There's nothing screaming at you to explode your skull.
Load the gun, neck the bottle.
Now where are you?
You don't even know, your eyes are fuzzy,
Your mind is in ruins, your tear ducts have run dry,
Bet that gun looks like a great idea doesn't it?
Pull the trigger, see where it gets you,
Blow the past out of the back of your head,
Go on, but I garuntee you won't watch it fade away,
The only thing to fade will be your pulse, and the people who cared.
________
appologies for badness, I have a headache today