MysticalBurrito
June 29th, 2010, 07:01 PM
One pill,
second pills.
Bid this sorrow a goodbye,
A kiss on the cheek.
Ever so soft.
One sugar pill,
second sugar pill.
Foolish idiot,
Revenge has never tasted so sweet.
I’ll watch her die,
She’ll die in my arm!
Oh, my revenge will leave a mark.
Third pill,
Fourth pill.
It’s almost over,
No more pain,
No more regrets.
Third sugar pill,
Fourth sugar pill.
A sinking feeling,
Why?
I’m getting what I want.
I get to watch her die in pain.
Hours are passing, so many pills.
One in pain,
The other in bliss.
Poison boiling in her blood.
She’s crying,
Begging me to call a ambulance.\
The guilt in building,
What did she ever do to me to cause this?
Why am I so bitter?
She’s dyin’,
She’s bleeding,
She’s pleading.
She’s catching on.
She knows I lied,
She knows I won’t die.
She’s loosing,
I’ll watch her last breath.
The feeling grows,
She pales,
Talking of her family,
And her friends.
At the fourth hour she coughs up blood.
She lays down, rambling of things.
“Hand me…the razor…”
She coughs out.
Refusing,
She slaps me and gets up.
Grabs it,
Sliding it over her wrists,
Beautiful crimson flows from her body.
She’s even more pale then she was before.
Passing out,
Her chest heaves one last breath.
Guilt,
Oh, precious guilt.
Swallowing me like a whore.
Grabbing a gun,
Sweet release,
Oh, my love,
Forgive me.
I never meant to.
Kissing her cold forehead,
Pulling the trigger…
second pills.
Bid this sorrow a goodbye,
A kiss on the cheek.
Ever so soft.
One sugar pill,
second sugar pill.
Foolish idiot,
Revenge has never tasted so sweet.
I’ll watch her die,
She’ll die in my arm!
Oh, my revenge will leave a mark.
Third pill,
Fourth pill.
It’s almost over,
No more pain,
No more regrets.
Third sugar pill,
Fourth sugar pill.
A sinking feeling,
Why?
I’m getting what I want.
I get to watch her die in pain.
Hours are passing, so many pills.
One in pain,
The other in bliss.
Poison boiling in her blood.
She’s crying,
Begging me to call a ambulance.\
The guilt in building,
What did she ever do to me to cause this?
Why am I so bitter?
She’s dyin’,
She’s bleeding,
She’s pleading.
She’s catching on.
She knows I lied,
She knows I won’t die.
She’s loosing,
I’ll watch her last breath.
The feeling grows,
She pales,
Talking of her family,
And her friends.
At the fourth hour she coughs up blood.
She lays down, rambling of things.
“Hand me…the razor…”
She coughs out.
Refusing,
She slaps me and gets up.
Grabs it,
Sliding it over her wrists,
Beautiful crimson flows from her body.
She’s even more pale then she was before.
Passing out,
Her chest heaves one last breath.
Guilt,
Oh, precious guilt.
Swallowing me like a whore.
Grabbing a gun,
Sweet release,
Oh, my love,
Forgive me.
I never meant to.
Kissing her cold forehead,
Pulling the trigger…