Free
Copyright 2002
I am living in a box, with a gun in my hand. There is a door on the wall with a lock but no key...but, I have the key, the gun in my hand, Just one shot and I am Free!
Bloodshed
Copyright 2002
Bloodshed on the wall,
the drip, drip dripping at the end of the hall, the cool bloody knife lying in the corner
with a cold bloody body lying in horror,
Bloodshed on the wall,
a silent little girl clutching her doll,
she's only two with no idea what went on..
all she see's
in the bloodshed on the wall
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Temptation
Copyright 2002
The day you tried it, it seemed so unreal, your life flashed before your eyes like a movie on a wheel. You started at it more and more, the temptation got to big, to stop yourself now, you would just have to forbid. For you loved it, even though the damage would catch up later you still did some more as if you wouldnt get sick of it. To stop would be so hard because it feels so natural now, your body cannot handle it, Its starting to brake down. Your mouth turns dryer, your body goes so weak. Your eyes you cant keep up, your stapled to your seat. You feel like shit every morning and your life is not worth living, and every night with your friends you light another and pretend. That the morning will never come, that your life had just begun. But with every puff and every breath your life is thinning a little less. The feel of satisfaction reeks upon your breath, no one wants to be near you so they fade away like the rest. And soon you are all alone in your room asleep, when that sudden rush you loved comes to like a quiet creep. You run to the bathroom as quick as you could, knowing you cannot hold it in, but man you wished youd can. Its morning again, and just like every other, your sick as hell and you wont admit that though the temptation is call you, you have the urge to quit. The friends you loved are gone, you have new ones now. These ones are just like you, there always as sick as a cow. They get the same temptation, they get the same respect. Your other friends adored you, now they just regret.
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